Life like a something or
other by liz snader
I have seen life and it
is like this:
It is like a dog and
cat,
Wrestling over a
cardboard box
In a rich, suburban
neighborhood.
They both hover and
plan their next
Attack, and, at a point between giddy and
crazy,
They both jump in at
the same time.
Although this sounds
absurd,
Let me go forward with
this and reject your thoughtful answer-
Let me decide all
predictions
Of the future, since,
life itself,
Is so damn delicate
Like the wings of a
hummingbird.
As life continues, we
can see it like
The running of water
over cardboard-
Water, the knowledge;
cardboard our mind-
Knowledge fluidly
flowing over and under
The mind with some
things being absorb
And others being washed
away.
Life-delicate and
precious-
We hang in the between
Areas just to stay
alive.
Petersen: Kleichen and a Man
I have seen eternity and it is like this,
a man and woman dancing in a bar
in a poor street on an unswept floor.
It clings and plots and is desperate,
at a point between violence and abjection,
between warmth and agoraphobic fear.
Let me reverse this and accept the fear.
Let me drop all objections to abjection,
since life itself is desperate
and has to tread the unswept floor
carefully, lovingly, while the bar
hovers in eternity. Like this.
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