Assumptions Before the Feast

 

Discourse. Cursive strikes

Negative syllogisms

From parallel worlds.

Continuous rain

Stains the dark with salty light.

Beaded curtains chill.

Power bristles quills

Like a porcupine snubbed for

Resembling a skunk.

 

Empire comes, then goes.

People cease to believe in

The State and join tribes.

The Black Sea trades subs

Scoping each other out for

Whose island that is.

Self is the least of it.

Two singed palms, their arteries

Hard, crawl to my door.

Ego, big Egg, bloats,

Soaking the sensory up

To dissolve in thought.

Touch differs from thought.

One takes you unawares; one

Believes in reason.

Straight lines on a heart

Monitor signal death. That’s

What borders can do.

If this is all there

Is, what’s that diamond doing

Glinting off my tea?

 

Not all blue clouds rain.

Some disabled hook rainbows

With their candy canes.

 

I have overstayed

My welcome. Friends are afraid

What I might reveal.

Leaves have gathered up

At my front door, but there’s no

Tree anywhere near.

[Disposable Haiku December 2015]

Dr. Mike

Feast of the Assumption