Sunday, September 15, 2024

poem

Early Cenozoic Art

Whispering hoarsely to his beloved:

Listen to this collection of noises

I made just for you 

Sums up the generative force

For the birth of the first love song 


The first portrait was based on a mistake

Instead of being blessed to see his beloved

In all things he ever saw, he rued her ceaseless mutability

And plotted to capture on a canvas ruined by color

The only way she would ever appear again.


The first love poem preceded 

The development of language

Words cleaved of meaning

An alphabet of soundless 

Glyphs that must be pronounced

But only with your tongue, your lips 



9/15/24

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