Ingenuity

Ingenuity

Someone decided that most guitars should have five strings.
Prior to hydraulics, who would have visioned oil in a cylinder
raising the heft of a ship in the locks, except the rogue mind?

Fit to an evolved slot of existence, brains differ in imagination.
Some know the boundaries, and others defy them in abandon.
Eyes are intended to see, but the mind is prior to all of this.

Beethoven wrote symphonies, hearing none of the applause.
Helen Keller came to know more than most will ever perceive.
What is it that tells the mole to burrow? Potatoes to be buried.

We read our own astrological chart in the morning newspaper
without a thought to the assured movement of orbiting planets.
Someone decided that poetry should have a consistent meter.
 
Then someone else added that last line, signifying everything. 

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The World According To Carp

The World According To Carp

Twin fins waving below the surface said hello to no one.
He was First Fish. Friend Before Friends.
Elofin, to the Hebrew lung-beings spawned later, from

Wife.
Oh, praise the Serendiptous Waters wherein these met.
Rarer still, the temperature, that in seeming compliance
let them rub against each other for warmth. For it is said, 
Dripping icicles on land were all that fed the rivers then.

And we, as a result, were the first ever to exist, apart.
Cradled upon happenstance, we found ourselves to be
creatures.
Our ancestry thus, we modeled the imprint. Just as cold,
repeating the example given. 
Denying as the branches widened, our definite
incestuous beginnings. [Migration does wonders]!
Now we have varied, roamed to such an extent -- well,
gone are the days when we worried about such affinities.

To a fish, we do tend to stay within our species. Usually.
Occasionally there is a mishap, but producing no offspring.

Care is taken to tell only the right story to our progeny.
And that story is that the carp were the first on the scene.
Really, the unanswerable question comes from minnows.
Parents. Those first ones. From whom were they born?

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Momentum

Momentum

There is a piece of it right there, I went on.
You kicked it a second time, A piece of what?
Sedimentary layers. [Cliffs stared in silence]

Remember when we were speaking, earlier?
The tan layers pre-date the pink. This sandstone
[I bent down] was here when dinosaurs roamed.

Stopping, turning to face me, I heard these words:
I can only correct you on one point [a gull circling]
It was only you speaking, I was but listening --

-- Is there ever a time when you cease to think?
The horizon shrank to your brow. Planets shifted.
Waves quieted, a thousand books snapping shut.

In the ultimate breach of decorum, you kissed me.
Oh, Every Deity invented since knuckles dragged.
I knew that you were more than anything learned.

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David Asliver

David Asliver

I've never entertained the changing of my surname.
It would disrespect my father, and his, before him.
I would not do it. But if I had to, for some reason --
a hammock. The Pacific Ocean would come to mind.

Barefoot you swept the dew'ed grass with your toes.
Swayed to and fro as the waves rolled white on sand.
Naming constellations that were to me, a mystery.
Then, as your being focused upon it -- the moon.

You whispered, It is like a sliver in the hand of God.
...My first name means beloved, in Hebrew.
No need to change that, with your fiery gaze upon me.
The crescent of reflected sun in your wide open eyes.

But yes, any magistrate present, handing me a pen
in that moment would find me willfully taking it up.
Signing my new full name on any document --
David Asliver.

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The Checkup

The Checkup

My issue is with the last part of that word. Up.
No one goes to a doctor because they're feeling
too much healthy.
You want to know what is not how it should be.
He taps your knee, fondles you all over.

There is always that moment, cold stethoscope
on the chest --
when you're sure the next words spoken will be,
Get your will in order.
See, there is nothing at all "up" about that!

But I guess we do the same with our cars.
We take them in for a tune-up.
Thing is, now my complaint involves the first part.
Never once have I heard a nice song playing
as I reach for my credit card.

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