A page from my book

After Gregory Pardlo

 

 

Before the Dog, it rises to announce

The brightness, composed 

Like the skyline of competing visions

With Spinoza, preparing Ethica, amidst declining rabble 

 

Of motley habits and reason

The pursuit moved on 

From Eroica to the Rite of Spring

Or Machu Picchu, maybe just “It” 

Some words from ordinary living

Did the rest from Thousand Years

Or was it Grandma’s remains of a cake, leaving a brooding mind

Wander into Ideas of justice, Pareto optimality?

 

The ridges left the briar 

Each to its own kingdom

The silent acceptance of self-doubt

Gathers in the mist of mindful habit

Of all the people that made it to my page, I went missing 

Searching for that unmistakable quibble

 

Absolute, let it wait

Till the reversion will come raging unannounced

The ascent of plain thought

When rational substance touch the aegis of being 

Look winsome 

 

My page is soaked with words 

From another age

Not spiteful, incomplete, like

The innuendo caught amidst hope and laughter

Or a toast about to be raised for that invaluable tempo in Egmont 

Mostly unfinished poems remain

And some note less bars