Strange Grammars

The constraints of thought
are drafted by strange grammars

We write love letters
trying to explain Past
flailing wildly in Present

I know how to create Love
without understanding its punctuation

We write down our dreams
We sing them for others
Courage exists

To think without using language
To love without presumption

The first poem was to appeal
to the ancient structure
that allowed it

Words are acts of love
toward human thought

We correct the grammar
and Present turns old
Love is written

Speak Plainly Now

I’m tired of metaphor
Speak plainly! Or else
get lost at sea
It may make no difference
but I have vanity and
cannot act insincere around it

I am lost at sea
clumsily using beautiful words
as a raft
I don’t want to sink
These words are chum though
and there are beasts ready

I’m lost and it’s cold
and the metaphors used
for warmth and safety
are not compass nor astrolabe
If I sink, my broken sincerity
will sink too

The words are heavy but buoyant
They need to glisten in sunlight
They are plain now,
as they all should have been
This raft is bare but may yet
stay afloat

Speak plainly now,
for we are here
each on small rafts
waiting for daybreak
or a wave, or a beast
We tire, we sink

Testing for Amblyobia

SELF
DISCIPLINE
IS BORING WHEN
THERE IS NO INCENTIVE
OTHER THAN TO SEX UP THE
EGO

Testing for Color Vision Deficiency

THE
SOUL OF THE
WORLD IS
BLACK AND BLUE
FROM ALL OUR
DREARY ENERGY

Testing for Astigmatism

WHY
CANT THERE
ALWAYS BE
THIS GORGEOUS
SILENCE
BETWEEN US

Testing for Migraine with Aura

THIS
POET WANTS
TO INSTILL FEAR
INTO THE HEARTS OF THOSE
WHO HAVE AT LEAST SOME SENSE OF
RHYTHM