04-16-2016, 05:19 AM
Inches and Feet
We both know
I'm doing this wrong.
The actual poem is written
on the soles of my feet
and if I keep walking
there's a chance I'll find
the correct blank paper to step upon
to trigger alchemical printing
and then, behold!
a poem will appear.
It will be in a language
nobody knows, that can only be read
with a braille of the toes,
which when rightly brushed
will send signals
through nerves to brain
only I won't notice.
You will, but if you are either
too close or too far away
the poem will be lost
and leave a frothed ether of wishing
that the signal had been missed
after all.
No one has yet figured out
precisely the space required
in inches. We just have to
keep experimenting.
Until this is solved,
there will be ongoing
outgassing, an endless exhaust of words
pretending to be poems.
We both know
I'm doing this wrong.
The actual poem is written
on the soles of my feet
and if I keep walking
there's a chance I'll find
the correct blank paper to step upon
to trigger alchemical printing
and then, behold!
a poem will appear.
It will be in a language
nobody knows, that can only be read
with a braille of the toes,
which when rightly brushed
will send signals
through nerves to brain
only I won't notice.
You will, but if you are either
too close or too far away
the poem will be lost
and leave a frothed ether of wishing
that the signal had been missed
after all.
No one has yet figured out
precisely the space required
in inches. We just have to
keep experimenting.
Until this is solved,
there will be ongoing
outgassing, an endless exhaust of words
pretending to be poems.