These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
valetudo 20
a hand on the side
of my pants
a thumb that is
still hesitant to
go with the
pointing finger
there is a suspense
whether to get the
gun and then
squeeze the
trigger
time is an element
of waiting
the spur of the moment
makes the decision
to kill or
be killed
so when your ground
is right
stand it
pursue that instinct
of self-preservation
you reason may
explain later
of course, with the
help of your
expensive lawyer.
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