Archive for January, 2015

January 31, 2015

The window pane

J’entendais, oiseau,
mais n’écoutais pas;
tu t’envolas.

[I could hear you, dear bird,
but wasn’t listening;
so you took off.]

[I’d heard the crows cawing, perhaps for hours, as they wintered on a neighbor’s tree, but only noticed when, passing a window, i saw their harsh tones blacken the sky and vanish.]

January 22, 2015


Must i beg you into existence?
Have you vanished out of spite?
Or do you still relish sacrifice,
insist on a bit of faith? Perhaps
you are deaf, or gone to pee.
Here i lay dying, and you taunt
me—with silence!

Do not presume to know me:
I am not the god of your fathers,
nor will i trade life for faith.
I will save you,
and shatter your existence;
I will grant you joy and peace,
by destroying your mind.
I am the god you crave
but cannot bear; for now
I will kill you, kindly, and transform you,
and be.

January 14, 2015

The huckster’s psalm

If faith could create
just enough god to save me —
would you lend me that faith,
friend, before i create…?

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January 11, 2015

A psalm of existential commerce

Just lend me joy enough
to live another day;
i will then repay you,
my friend, with life.

January 2, 2015

If God is a fulcrum outside of the self (though perhaps not the mind), then prayers might in fact just be levers of the Archimedean kind. (Please forgive the antiquating rhyme.)