I 24 poems

Their World

Enters the symbolic — the mechanical world that defines and disfigures us. Terrain of institutions, roles, and ambient control. Here the subject becomes plural: me, you, they. The line between watcher and watched dissolves.

  1. 01 Breakfast Breakfast, hello, America, I am in Boston.
  2. 02 Cottage I watch my grandfather, sitting in his rocking chair, In the hunter's cottage, the fire dances, cooking hot tea, He fumbles with the wooden ball in his hand, Turning it round and round.
  3. 03 Shadow All night, I lie in bed, Staring at the shadows on the snow-white wall.
  4. 04 Candle Flicker, candle, dance and glow, How you move like waves that flow.
  5. 05 The Observer Every morning, lunchtime, afternoon, and evening, I stand behind the window watching my neighbors, my subjects of observation.
  6. 06 Going Home More than once, I told my father, I was afraid to go home.
  7. 07 Side We have no name.
  8. 08 Join Us come to the new world.
  9. 09 Hope Hope is right here, call it what you may, I've brought a flower from the real world today.
  10. 10 Window I think my wife has gone crazy.
  11. 11 Manifesto The world begins to tremble unevenly, In my eyes, vision falls upon the screen, up and down, White noise, black ink spots, and spaces — Between characters in Roman type, pristine.
  12. 12 Trash Always, they say culture flows like a river, Where they savor each glistening drop, Reflecting the world's countless tales, crystalline and translucent.
  13. 13 Siren I hear from afar, The siren breaks the city apart.
  14. 14 The Age Of Secrets In ages past, in times long ago, Before spider-folk and lunar myths were drawn, No prisons held us, no debates were born, Of politics dressed in science or fictional form, Earth stood round,…
  15. 15 Private Sky A voice comes down from the cloud, I listen quietly, the gate closes behind.
  16. 16 Umbrella Repeatedly remind me to bring an umbrella, You say it often rains here.
  17. 17 The Barn Passing by a patch of land, like similar farmland, Yellow and green.
  18. 18 Pockets Walking quarter of the way, dream not yet awake.
  19. 19 Room March, three months, another, and after.
  20. 20 The White Tree (1) On the yellow fields, alone, stands a white tree.
  21. 21 Farewell This is their world, after all, where I once came, and then decided to leave.
  22. 22 End for the end Watching the flags in the faring wind, making a sign,
  23. 23 The Wrapper Sealed for how long, your room, a sugar smell fermenting
  24. 24 Synesthesia Pink tongues and green tastings,