A poem about six different men.
1:
Your hands in a fire
too slow to burn.
Your Broken Chemistry
some good has come of it
this time.
Translate an identity -
not everything has to make sense
in every language.
2:
Bad habits and
good intentions
things we never meant
to get the best of.
Now, you've got the rest of
the world watching.
I hope you don't mind
if Your Broken Chemistry shows again.
3:
I don't have time to watch
for consequences
just mail me a line
if Your Broken Chemistry
is so divine.
I don't give a good goddamn
or a rats ass tonight.
You're drinking bad wine,
you're not my kind,
now that all this has passed.
4:
A kiss on the mouth
don't you think that is enough?
I don't need to prove anything to you
Your Broken Chemistry
and my fucked up physiology
a lack of attraction
between magnetic particles
"science says everything"
I don't know enough tonight
to know that is a lie.
5:
I've been blaming everything
on what you're not.
This deep sea freeze
and the salt in my wounds
more insult then anything.
Is it my chemistry that's broken
and not just my physiology tonight?
Or, is it you, with your heart in a vice?
Your Broken Chemistry
does not play nice.
6:
Let me know if you've got the time
they say radioactive decay is a constant
but, sometimes things all break down
in the same moment;
so fast some of these elements
they barely even form.
And, Your Broken Chemistry
it does not have a chance
to change things
like I do even if I don't
mean to.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Why the Platypus?
Okay, have you ever LOOKED at a platypus? They are absolutely, fucking adorable.
And, as someone who enjoys anachronisms, the platypus is tough to beat. Obviously a bridge between mammals and reptiles. It's one of the poisonous mammals, one of the few monotremes. They are truly unique in the animal kingdom.
How could you find something better then that?
I've got lots of other reasons too. More on that later.
And, as someone who enjoys anachronisms, the platypus is tough to beat. Obviously a bridge between mammals and reptiles. It's one of the poisonous mammals, one of the few monotremes. They are truly unique in the animal kingdom.
How could you find something better then that?
I've got lots of other reasons too. More on that later.
A note on the name
Synesthesia is a neurological disorder wherein the senses are not...separate. Colors have smells, sounds have tastes, numbers have colours, and quite a few other correlations are possible.
I named this blog Synesthesia in Absentia because of all the things we perceive in the world and the way they are connected. While the vast majority of people don't have a neurological disorder, everything is connected. Everything means something else. I know, I'm being incredibly vague. Fuck you. I'm a poet, the only things I know how to say are vague things. Okay, that's not entirely true.
So really, this is all about the act of perceiving things and making connections between them...when they're not there, or maybe they don't even exist.
I dropped off the "Maybe" from the title, because I realized there is no "Maybe" any more, this is a project I've continued with.
I named this blog Synesthesia in Absentia because of all the things we perceive in the world and the way they are connected. While the vast majority of people don't have a neurological disorder, everything is connected. Everything means something else. I know, I'm being incredibly vague. Fuck you. I'm a poet, the only things I know how to say are vague things. Okay, that's not entirely true.
So really, this is all about the act of perceiving things and making connections between them...when they're not there, or maybe they don't even exist.
I dropped off the "Maybe" from the title, because I realized there is no "Maybe" any more, this is a project I've continued with.
Mutually Intelligible
I am not some distant galaxy
nor particles of the Northern Lights.
I am not the distance between stars
nor the great space between atoms.
I am not written in ancient language
nor do I speak in unknown dialects.
I have whispered, "I love you"
only in your vernacular, in your ear.
I have held you until we were
one being in the sea of existance.
Yet, you said, "I don't get you."
There is a part of us in both
that reaching does not touch,
that speaking does not hear.
That Berlin wall whose history
you've never studied
is here, repeating mistakes
you did not know man has
in the past made.
nor particles of the Northern Lights.
I am not the distance between stars
nor the great space between atoms.
I am not written in ancient language
nor do I speak in unknown dialects.
I have whispered, "I love you"
only in your vernacular, in your ear.
I have held you until we were
one being in the sea of existance.
Yet, you said, "I don't get you."
There is a part of us in both
that reaching does not touch,
that speaking does not hear.
That Berlin wall whose history
you've never studied
is here, repeating mistakes
you did not know man has
in the past made.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
There are no songs about feeling like this
the worst part is
I know you're still here somewhere
cannot in good faith divest myself
of your ghost, your scent on my borrowed shirts
I still want this somehow
I guess it's true that man is the only animal
that wants the very things that are bad for him
if it's as true as I think
I've won, but only a bitter victory
no wonder there are no songs
about feeling like this
I know you're still here somewhere
cannot in good faith divest myself
of your ghost, your scent on my borrowed shirts
I still want this somehow
I guess it's true that man is the only animal
that wants the very things that are bad for him
if it's as true as I think
I've won, but only a bitter victory
no wonder there are no songs
about feeling like this
To Know the God of Optics
Where light touches the permafrost
like a thousand glittering crystals
breaking apart the spectrum
a diffuse vision of a thousand galaxies
in the height of these mountains
rising to even greater dreams
the God of optics and calculus
this is his museum now
where nature meets the scientist
and all mysteries like the Prime Mover
disoccultulate like a lover's body
this universe, known, a comfort
I love to know.
like a thousand glittering crystals
breaking apart the spectrum
a diffuse vision of a thousand galaxies
in the height of these mountains
rising to even greater dreams
the God of optics and calculus
this is his museum now
where nature meets the scientist
and all mysteries like the Prime Mover
disoccultulate like a lover's body
this universe, known, a comfort
I love to know.
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