In line & Interpolation
by Joe Ross
[ poetry - january 05 ]
In line
Not knowing is the best state. And
privilege to be the head of it. A road map not
to be followed is what the guide said.
What is eternal is transfigurative, so
the book said. Take the nearest stairs
and wrestle with them is what I said.
For fear of being beneath weight.
This heaviness of yes, or the heaviness of no.
We divided the loaf in half.
and exactly half were left out. This is
invention. This is fable when asked.
Interpolation
And now I have a table and
an old man sitting under a tree and
some memories and finally no rules nor
name for you. How to address this. When the
knot finally slips and the world comes back.
When tomorrow correctly takes its place as today.
We began to talk but quickly chased the words away.
We put in a symbol, let it be A. It
immediately left for Not A. How to address this.
The sun was setting because an image was called for.
We opened all the bottles in our sleep. Saw straight
through the bottom. It was still dark when we awoke.
Ready for the new day in our sleep still sleeping.
How to address this, let it be Not A.
