IMPROMPTU GEOMETERY WITH HELIX AND ELLIPSE

for Thom Foster, the titler of this poem

1.

Sun angled on intense white snow seizes the eyes as prisoners.

The cell is lonely.

It lacks the necessary memory of other cells—

genetic codes inscribed upside down or backwards—

deviant conduct sprawled out, open.

2.

I know what you did last night.

It wasn’t pretty.

I’m pretty sure you can’t disclose—

even though I know.

3.

The mauve pills taste worlds better than the dusty blue ones

Their aftertaste echoes illness.

4.

For an estranged instant, I become a segment

that purports to appropriate grandeur—

a line that strains the horizon’s dim

cloud-cluttered sky—though I ache

to be an arc, half-glowing moon—

not a linear diameter.

5.

Can you begin to comprehend what I’m explaining?

I know you’re depleted by the day job and slipping

off the page. I’m incredibly sorry

the day swept you under the expensive carpet

you can’t afford.

6.

The dog has lost his tag, so no one will know his name.

He can learn another if disoriented and given food, touched.

It’s healthy to move on.

7.

The same roads lead to the same roads

to the ancient river rushing

its course through sharp stones.

I gather my deforming fingers across their surfaces

one by one, while counting

how many green stones

the river knows.

When they cut, I suck the blood

savoring the taste of iron.

I can’t remember the periodic chart.

I can no longer subtract by 7s.

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4 Responses to IMPROMPTU GEOMETERY WITH HELIX AND ELLIPSE

  1. Tin Penny says:

    Magnificent. I love ideas. Even in English or Latin. I love thinking them through, pivoting with them, like Archimedes or Solon did before. Ideas fill nothing up, do they not? So completely. They overcome me, waving with their masks, out loud.

    • Krysia Jopek says:

      dear philosopher-poet (akin to Heiddeger, Wittgenstein, and Nietzche),

      what a truly beautiful, poetic, philosophical, and intellectually-provocative comment here on this new poem!

      Thank you so much for injecting thoughts about thoughts, meta-thoughts, so poetically into my Saturday afternoon!

      “[Ideas] overcome me, waving with their masks, out loud.” W.O.W.

  2. Tin Penny says:

    OMG! 🦭🐆🐘🦓🦦🪐🌎💫
    “ 4.

    For an estranged instant, I become a segment

    that purports to appropriate grandeur—

    a line that strains the horizon’s dim

    cloud-cluttered sky—though I ache

    to be an arc, half-glowing moon—

    not a linear diameter.”

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