a solitary confinement of clandestine perceptions

by markk

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-06-22 13:46:00

when little spiders bark & black ants bellow
wailing songs of the sun-drenched morning,
i bark & bellow with them, my kindred spirits.
i wake among moving human masses, watch
the determined waltz of self-satisfaction,
the way a man will eat his young to achieve.
the absence of cultivation, a destruction.
on the leaves of oak trees outside my window
caterpillars wave with sticky pods, clutching,
& a chipmunk dances from ivy bed to hole.
iÂ’m right there waving & dancing, focused
on great pressing need, a recluse of sorts
in the hallowed interior grace of this mere moment.
there are days when i wake, & enter forced participation
certain that i am completely alone. the only human
feeling the seeds of this, locked in a solitary confinement
of clandestine perceptions, & when a worm shimmies
beneath a flat stone & a bee punches a flower,
i shimmy & punch, clear my eyes again, pretend.



(markk is madtolive@hotmail.com)

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