Canto XIII

The speck of life that stirs within your womb
is now a fact sanctioned by our GP.
A place within the crowded Polis looms

and so begins the trend to entropy
from nature’s realm to citizen of state
from breath to name before the first nappy

that, like the powers that be, is full of shit.
And yet, it’s never felt so radical—
the game of life that’s played from whale to gnat,

how the mundane becomes so magical.
I guess all reveries become statistics
as poems become periodicals—

ephemeral pleasures. Considered. Listed.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 02, 2012 @ 01:02:21

    From the moment that you knew of her conception Rosy influenced your poetry.

    Reply

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