Gat-toothèd was she, soothly for to say....
1.
Between worlds
is a flight of
stairs
departing hourly
and arriving
earlier.
A million
ironically christened years
learn a new tongue:
how it curls and
folds
how it tastes
how it forms sound
springing from
inner darkness
how it licks and
mocks
how it flicks and
kisses and diddles.
Do you deny you are
so old?
Who do you suppose
you are
becoming you?
2.
Asterisms pivot on
point of view.
The department of
poetics monitoring the planet
is nigh as the
nighest cabaret:
You are eating too
fast and too much
and drinking
without quality or taste.
Dentition is flawed
in upper and lower case.
The prescription is
joints as agile as tongue
and lips and much
less middle.
3.
Water world is one
of the triter ideas
of sly midnight
dreaming dry.
Is there is
anything more tragicomic
than
mentula and cunnus
doing time
in the prism of an
endless present tense?
4.
Poet-economists are
mildly interested
in monkey
monoculture
as anteaters lust
for termites.
Behold three
samples
from the Bureau of
Poetic Leisure:
What went on soft feet
rides in exoskeletons
spreading traffic jam.
Juice is chemical.
All interest is abstract.
Sperm counts diminish.
You once lubricated
gaily in night forest.
Nowadays all crawl....
5.
Indifferent
poeticrats report:
the species is
close to all measure,
thus exiting into
illusory and hellish recess.
Eggs never address
everything.
If consistent, they
are not complete.
If complete, they
are not consistent.
Goedel is caviar
seeded in some far
future
in another species'
past.
That is why he is
always cold.
It requires
blameless saintly waitress
with a heart of
gold and sterling broth
to warm his digits
and feed him slow food.
Even Einstein at
the speed of light
does not formulate
the missing diastema.
6.
Would you like to
play chess, planet to planet?
Hold out three
hands.
Pick a color.
Reality is
technology.
Gravity sends this
message.
Levity is the only
reply.
7.
There are no shaggy
dogs.
All are short,
smooth and hairless.
Don't be careless.
Be brief.
Be quick.
And don't be late.
8.
It is always
twilight
due to the black
and white light
of so many suns.
Day wears
spectacles that block black light.
Night wears ones
that block white.
In the
interval--myriad naked eyes:
she walking white
in moonlight
she walking black
and shining at noon
she walking on the
shore in middle light honeyed
and blue.
Glassine is an
aspect of protein and anatomy.
To see roses use
rose.
9.
Any time is plural.
Every time is
singular.
Time itself is
dual.
The present moment
lives
about three seconds
of any order of
magnitude
and in any
direction.
Sages sleep
underground like cicadas
for tens of
millennia.
Wake them rudely
& assemble a
delegation to ask:
What color is dawn in the womb?
What crude color sunset?
They will move
their lips soundlessly.
Their tongues will
flop like rude fish
in amniotic fluid.
Then they will go
back to sleep.
10.
Sex is beyond
understanding
as terror
metaphysicalizes
and pleasure
becomes error.
The planet is green
and transparent like a net.
During eclipse
eight hidden moons form an octagon
becoming luminous.
The salt sea swells
and foams into orbit.
Literate couple,
triple, quadruple or quintuple.
Unlettered rut
prepubescently,
are replete with the raw flesh of
summer,
inseminate at harvest,
and give birth to Spring.
Night winter rain cools with music,
dance, and drink.
Minstrels stroll and sing.
It is the speakeasy between unnumbered
blasphemies.
11.
Do numbers have quantity? Do numbers
dance?
How many numbers collide by chance
on the head of any pin?
Does not Aquinas
labor like Hercules through Aristotle
for the pure sin of
grand & unthrottled sonoluminescence?
(E. A. Costa 29 December 2013 Granada, Nicaragua)
