stuck with

unknowing

(Morse, McCaslin, Boskic, Lau,

Kenney, Holme, Rose, Gardiner,

Hagen, Schneberg, Roberts, Braid,

Rian, Reimer, McHugh)   

by Roberto Lavidez

to Proust off

disaster

to Proust

ourselves

off in

shower

of circling

image

stuck with

unknowing

all these

years

I wonder

blind

I will

walk on

earth

it will

rain

endlessly

I will

drown

unaware

I could

have fallen

forward

forever

the air

tasting

like honey

stillness

opening

at the

centre

of my

body

I am

infected

with dreams

at the

first moon

of conquest

I respectfully

request

to be

killed

I cannot

say

whose

empty

house

it was

that burned

throughout

the wrinkled

night

there was

no Canadian

hush of

things

not to be

talked

about

not all

of them

ignored

genocide

someone

is stealing

anatomies

skin of fish

bones of

bird

a step

toward loss

no colors

the glass

the leaves

the branches

all gray

charred

bodies

resurrect

themselves

noticing

a faint smell

of smoke

in their

sleek hair

for some

a seed of

instinct

suggesting

something

else

may

eventually

begin

your skin

fizzes with

the hot

and cold of

possibility

on this earth

it is always

morning

somewhere

as if we were

Baudelaire

surely Focault

never drank

so much coffee

in one sitting

and Virginia

Woolf wrote

in spite of

and not

because

of her

depression

teach us

to bear life’s

senselessness

and our own

insignificance

let’s call that

sanity

©robertolavidez2014