Universalizable Entropy Forms

Saturday Asides: A Presentation of Poetry and Prose

The gate, the gate. The hour is late. The harrow’s teeth sink deep beneath the will to fill one’s cup or plate.

Panic

Life’s fieriest womb relinquishes arability as all’s fundament is suddenly dissembled into a vapid witch-ballad. And a realization supervenes. These sacred germs were elegiac garments. Worse, they’re borrowed: unwittingly donned to whelm the world’s transparency in my enigmatic object’s seeming nakedness; a hoard of hand-me-down sayings and quasi-illusory symbols flatly lain against the vortex—revealed like cubist figures formed on a necrotic canvas—to persuasively curtain the cosmos in intelligibility and ingratiate my face’s unwelcome legibility.

Hazel Homeomorph

Still, she lives: 
I, dead, to her;
wispily saddled 
over an intractably burdened brow;
reckoned better to a tenuous flame,
too softened by satiety
to warrant appetition's allegiance.
 
A recognizable spirit flickers: 
my longest haunt—subsistent
on whatever little's left to live
by those dear, die-hard organs 
who've unkindly commandeered 
bodily autonomy's lion share
for their own survival's sake.

Her leonine fire hangs on,
in hapless persistence,
without hope of ever catching ahold
of anything to again burn for or against.

But a flame remains aflame.
Some ended up unscarred.
Others were seared.

And I, good as dead to her, am paralyzed
in the jaws of my soul's umbilic recess
by an original revelation's renewal.