Was That the Beginning of WWIII?

Was That the Beginning of WWIII? By the Way My Water Heater Gets Delivered and Installed on Friday

or

Brother Can You Spare a Paradigm?

Apparently there are colors

            we humans cannot see

Thinking about [x] is not the same as doing [x] yet I can’t relate just as I can’t relate

to everyone’s shoes:

                        clunky and abstract

When I wake up I’m still not sure who has just died

Apparently there are colors

            nothing sexier

            than yellow and green

and the smell of burning

What makes them real is that they can’t sleep

Apparently if we give the people names

            or if we take their names away it doesn’t make them

            any more or less real

And If I took grammar for granted?

Apparently taking out all the names just makes it confusing

Say it slowly enough and it will appear

            to have gravity

If we could see no color at all that would not make everything

            black and white

Apparently we just think that way: in the morning

‘forward’ is to the west and in the evening it has miraculously reversed

When the water gets deep enough we stall

            and both channels are engaged

A sense of magnitude prevails

(To Be)

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

            Take away all you love and with what’s left

            that’s why I miss you so much

            Take away the future tense, which is not, after all, the future

            and take away the destination which is not a place

            despite its name

The place I miss

            (The pieces that remain can decide where that is)

I am ready for the two-for-one special on forgiveness

That flesh is heir to;

            Does everyone imagine

                        living here?

Everyone’s hair is compelling, everyone’s pants

                        fit better than mine

            Everyone pants

            Since there is no story the story never ends

Does everyone / actually a commodity / have to take them somewhere?

Does everyone / in necessity, absence / dance in the background

                                    ‘tis a consummation

            The opposite of incineration has the same final outcome (absence)

            The opposite of absence is being somewhere else              entirely

            The opposite of entirety is incomplete        and therefore        never ends

How does everyone stand this?

In fact, how does everyone stand, with all this gravity pulling us down?

            The opposite of stand is refuse, the opposite of stand

            is lie, the opposite of stand is disobey, the opposite

            of stand is reject, resist, shun

The opposite of gravity is light.

Devoutly to be wish’d.

            Take away possibility and in its place

            put light.

            Take away light and in its place

put rejection.

Take away rejection and in its place

put all you love, put pants that fit.

Take away the pieces that remain and in their place, the place I miss,

put the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks.

For Instance, I Needed a Sieve

(For Instance, I Needed a Sieve)

You        are supposed to be good at things like this

things like being a public nuisance, for instance

and yet you don’t make a sound

because I sing it I must know it so it must

            exist

just like this

Peep?

You        think it’s supposed to be comedy

so you laugh

you make fun of information

as you receive it

Ha

Some people have furniture

also known as precision

Do You estrange touch?

Let’s do this contrition again: what

do You make to make a living?

I prefer the idea of furniture

I’ve finished the book and I’ve found

the perfect participle for You        but I have exhausted

my supply of diversion

I pretend to anticipate

ice                I mean skin

“I don’t think the bus I need exists”

You                 shouldn’t

try to put someone who weighs as much as I do

      in your pocket