philosophy, poem, poetry – poems 2 die for

PLAIN SIGHT

hiding something

always hiding
something

black ink sloshed
across the page

covering
with words, meanings
diffuse, uncertain
unsteady
complex

everything there opaque
clear as day, in plain sight

sorry for
interrupting you

for busting
your face open
and de-commodifying
yout soul

for taking
the gloves off
without
forewarning

the pain you
must feel here
must be
bare-
knuckled

how else to
instruct you

in the squalid
horror of the real

SUDDENLY SLAVOJ

let us
delineate

four square address
the issue of morpholog

no prefix suffix
juicy bits
sexual punning innuendo
flyby Uranus
double-.entendre allowed

unless, somehow,
by some miracle,
the crude oil of
laughter might
heal

solder the spirit along
its split seam

this I believe
the crude position of
Aristophanes as
adumbrated to the dinner
guests the evening
of the symposium

before he got so alcoholic rhapsodic
did an Icarus
just fell down

gross guffaws of great philosopy
(looking at
you Professor Zizek)

helping us
spin with the world
as it goes round and round