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The Human Condition

I decided to put up some of the poems I wrote as part of my poetry course. I hope you like them. This one is probably the most complicated one. It requires you to think a bit. Read it a few times, and then go to the next blog posting which will have some hints on it.

The Human Condition
Somnambulant ants trace looping paths,
trekking tiny ant-miles across a fantasy world,
over frost-capped cliffs, and marble meteors,
sometimes they collide, and move on,
all the same,
in oblivious configurationS.

I once collided with Dyslexia,
who, lost behind
a discarded magnifying glass,
had crawled into
Autism,
Both were planting flags in Einstein,
“He was broken on my end of the egg!”
I heard each one call ouT,

Making smoke,
redox gas, ectogenesis from swirling dust.
Like that thrown up when the teenage King
of Korea, drawn out of his darkened jungle lair,
showed off his new syllable:
the grunt
to the woman who laboured to teach him English,
and made the whole world shiveR.
In between the basement window and the clothesline
I shivered again
as I heard a mix of echoing screams,
from when three generations of queens
banished
good-natured fathers for mistaking
their towelling pants for a nappy, their carefully cultivated hair
for a beehive, and their low-necked tops,
for underwear.
All three men later met
in SiberiA.


Life is such crossed wires,
such multi-lingual malapropisms,
as when I was asked
Are you the sort of person who doesn’t like men?
Well, men are kowai and kawaii at the same time,
but in the end we’re all carrots.
And it is stumbling over scraps of thoughts and words
in a discussioN.

About the problems posed
by Asian toilets for the ageing population, and why
omaaaa and mommeee were the first words I learnt in Korean and Creole,
And of how a poem
about a jumping frog, a summer’s day,
Florentine lovers,
or a bolting horse,
could mean nothing
and everythinG.

Rising from these moments,
is a being,
waiting to be captured,
living on,
drops of memories,
and whispers, and breathing

touches,
of eyes, lips, hearts,
What did you inhalE?

posted by Foodfairy @ 2:47 PM