Four Poems| Maed Rill Monte
Hate is Catching Spiders (and Fleeing Flies)
I can think of myself as Kurapika
(My world’s not as fancy as anime)
with a cross planted in the heart,
(it’s more complicated than that)
the cross ready to crush it to a pulp
(like spiderwebs holding the dead)
the moment I turned my hate away
(like housefly freed from the net)
from the things anticipating the hate
(getting away from fault to safety)
to the ones who are looking for love.
All the Teaching In the World Today
Like the odor of flowers in bloom,
bees flitting from pollen to pollen,
like dew dispersed in the heat,
a moment of clarity likely fades—
and what lasts long, but longing?
Standing on the shortness of life:
I see all alike in a fog of vexation,
running to the point of passing out,
drunk from the cup that couldn’t pass:
continuous movement a principle.
All alike race to the secret;
—all alike must lead nowhere?
Every narrow plot of ground
marked as father to the Truth.
Each creature to its own find
while the breath chases for wind.
Daytime Story
We shift from one side to another,
pretending we don’t hear
time, alarmed; cars, starting;
pretending the lukewarm comfort
preserved in the blankets
is true love or people gone;
pretending eternity is easy to get
so we keep from concerns,
keep our pace; hold our peace;
pretending that a rooster’s
knowledge of the new day
belongs to the dream we forget.
Abandon Poetry
or abandon all hope
The wallet empty
like the page Like
dry country Land
cracking the wide
smile of last stand
Up for judgement
Made for the fire
This livelihood of
weaving the complex
mental systems of
human consciousness
This lack of finance
a stumbling block
Rejection a cross to
bear on the road to
loaning from friends
My people I type on
Android because my
ink has dried and a
brand-new ballpoint
is a luxury to prophets
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