Pram and
Perambulation
L. Edgar Otto 30 August, 2012
The simulation is
fleeting & only perfect in itself
prime focus recurs in its vanishing
Drama lives in the
fading oil cloth of natural burns
the dinner table stacked high against the
fall as
Ideals in turn are
attrition in changeless patterns of tradition
we sacrifice our centered hearts that we
forever grow
No denizens in the
wild some recipe making genes
no ownership or ultimate levy to protect the
greens
The lampposts shrinking in the distance as Einstein
pushes & pulls the pram defines not his
child
A copy of himself but
not him as precipitation resolves true
for the lamp is not the light still enough
to see
As we ride one photon
of sentience, accept against the fright
awakening mourn lazy commerce by the Zurich
Zee
* * *
The average life,
gift of no known cost or measure free
cannot out smart the trolls, their riddles,
pay their fee
Another generation of fresh skin to scar and burn, make
plastic of callouses in the sunlight,
recycled dust in urns
Fill all space with
ink & paints, indelible symbols of graffiti
Lady & Tramp in caricature consume kiss
lifelong along
A strand of spaghetti,
civilized, bare naked, myth so real
Our commanders, our
gods for all who can rebel, change
stoic to the play, excited by seasons
renewed rearrange
Scoundrels demonizing
empty law Libra lost Scorpio claws
legends, action heroes as if any of us
matter we
Who feel safe or
trapped in the flock against the flack &
interference lead ball cannon scatter,
cannot see me
Now giving birth to
galaxies & stars, I lived, so now you
I see build nests, write nursery songs
* * * *
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