09-25-2023, 02:05 AM
One Leaf
I
The Screen
Filters of time and knowledge check
my innards and my mental collection
becoming another, so I can see
what is seen, a sense of is.
What self do I have, from moment to moment,
but a dead invocation,
a ghost well-defined?
Invention breathes through the slits
the familiar accessories.
God-given rights. Biographies to choose
an image for each occasion.
Man stands on hill,
looks out, bearded, on the green
wind sunned by blue and cloud.
Such as it feels. I am the man.
II
Love the Archetypes
"Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn."
Weep for the Fey,
Yahweh, Sango
and Count Dracula.
The Family Romance
and the mysterious woodland gang.
The complex wind at night.
Simplicity has no goal but
the welfare of the simple.
Stick to that.
Rattlesnakes in old warm tires.
Rocks stacked in small mounds for fun.
Stick a Warning on Halloween costumes
that aren't Nurses or Army Men.
Stick Warnings on Comics.
Let the 'eighties metal records dig their own graves.
Matter of Fact,
neglect graveyards.
III
Anima and Peace Mandala
Genius is the wholeness
before the I became a star and
a show became the show.
Plato's only myth is his cave.
Each story,
among many diverse
ones, and variations.
Jesus and Brer Rabbit.
Who begot who with who in Greece.
Plato's only myth is his cave;
every other legend
is caked, like forgotten candlesticks,
on walls.
Let us walk from the theatre
and feel we're in the movie.
Those following hours until the spell
is broken is a life.
A finished world wherein walks
a man not dead nor other than
he is.
I
The Screen
Filters of time and knowledge check
my innards and my mental collection
becoming another, so I can see
what is seen, a sense of is.
What self do I have, from moment to moment,
but a dead invocation,
a ghost well-defined?
Invention breathes through the slits
the familiar accessories.
God-given rights. Biographies to choose
an image for each occasion.
Man stands on hill,
looks out, bearded, on the green
wind sunned by blue and cloud.
Such as it feels. I am the man.
II
Love the Archetypes
"Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn."
Weep for the Fey,
Yahweh, Sango
and Count Dracula.
The Family Romance
and the mysterious woodland gang.
The complex wind at night.
Simplicity has no goal but
the welfare of the simple.
Stick to that.
Rattlesnakes in old warm tires.
Rocks stacked in small mounds for fun.
Stick a Warning on Halloween costumes
that aren't Nurses or Army Men.
Stick Warnings on Comics.
Let the 'eighties metal records dig their own graves.
Matter of Fact,
neglect graveyards.
III
Anima and Peace Mandala
Genius is the wholeness
before the I became a star and
a show became the show.
Plato's only myth is his cave.
Each story,
among many diverse
ones, and variations.
Jesus and Brer Rabbit.
Who begot who with who in Greece.
Plato's only myth is his cave;
every other legend
is caked, like forgotten candlesticks,
on walls.
Let us walk from the theatre
and feel we're in the movie.
Those following hours until the spell
is broken is a life.
A finished world wherein walks
a man not dead nor other than
he is.


