Cathexis
I.
I hear the way I shake bends power humans away;
Though for you it isn't a physical matter,
or rather not ascertainable as such,
Since I'm not cumbersome,
Just alone.
II.
I understand. Across the horizontal arc the road
Bends and thrusts, its traffic hardheading
Along like a rutting diamond, amoral
As a jackass or a typhoon,
Cumbersome.
III.
I'll plug my trebly spirit into a reverb
Simulating dark corridors of bimboizing stunts.
I'll find it fails to kill the sanctifying freeze of nudity
or my sense of lips as more etheriel daggers than
Analogic dust balloons.
IV.
Across the cumbersome reverberating corridors, the packs of
Jackasses and typhoons thrusting like amoral diamonds
Are a simulation of my spirit, my discovery
that holding all to my law is the quintessence
Of an arcing alone.
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I am a software exec. and I do secret internet foo. I live near Boston, Massachusetts and spend a lot of time in San Francisco.
I began writing poetry a few years ago in a brave but ultimately feckless attempt to stave off a canonical entrapment breakdown.
I sometimes write with a pseudonym: Yorick_Nixon. I also write music and play musical instruments. I was a member of Boston noise band Inner Beauty and San Francisco improv combo Senator Buchanon. With the members of Inner Beauty I co-authored a pre-web internet published dystopic novel entitled "Skunk Angst".
Any spare time I have I read Shakespeare or listen to Bach. Bach seems to be the one thing all nerds agree on. I've lost touch with my culture. Though my friend Janet has turned me onto Cat Power. My only firmly held cultural belief is that Chan Marshall of Cat Power is kind of a babe. |
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