Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Notes on Love and Cardo

Notes on Love and Cardo

The heart must be pushed
to be healthy. A morning’s sweat
with blood moving to its own
beat removes layers of prepackaged fat.

My wife
cleans the mucus collecting
on our two year old’s eye,
a quick and confident sweep.

A friend announces
his wife is trading him in.
His despair fills our home
with his why, which and where.

Why declare war
on time? I tear a peace
of bread off and, with an arc
of gesture, dip it red.

The vision
of our son must be stimulated, so
the strong eye is darkened and the weak
forced into the light.

Poetry fashions a seeing
of world. Art and market of our buying
and selling builds an alter
to dissatisfaction. Choose.

Carefully laid out are two cups,
one of new, better and improved,
The other made of unfiltered
wine and easily spoils.

Four hours a day,
A patch pushes his seeing
and his struggling pupil.
Will it be enough? Unanswerable.

Muscles grow sore
And strong from hard work.
Life grows sore and strong
From hard work. Death stills.

The heart must be pushed to be healthy.
A morning’s sweat with blood moving
to its own beat removes layers of
prepackaged fat. Enough?

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