from d e l e t e, Part 2
by Richard O. Moore
Set up curbside, jewelry tray
entanglement with things looking up, but nothing sells unless there is
someone looking down, and who might that be? For the moment it's not
raining and off-coast in pods the gray whales parade south. Photographs
sprout with the season. The gray whale's spout is heart shaped, enough
said. Just listen for the icon's intake of breath and see what you can
see. Yes, but that was yesterday and which way are prices going to go?
There is a pack forming and they will need a leader. It's then you kick
the snot out of them, not before, and make it believable this one last
time; but don't depend on it, auditors, even though it's turned out like
this so many times before. There may be an image whose mind has
changed. Sorry, no rain checks in this scheme of things, the windows are
broken and boards keep out the light, it's the
cheapest thing to do and then forget it, as has been done before,
before, etc. Could you pick out of a lineup who is the culprit here? The
mirror is one-way and there's no way to be sure which side you're on,
but so what? Go on making faces anyway, but be sure, now and then, to
check your hand before your face, if just to say Wheaties, the best is
yet to be. Our inventions, gods and needles, for instance, are built to
say this to us ever and forever. It's obvious why we can't give them up,
they're ours, for ourself self's sake! We live in the afterlife of
what, unalterable, has already taken place. The minute you start acting
like Robinson Crusoe it's plain to see you've lost your hold on the
world. There are many such, so many, washed up on our island shores!
They end up sleeping over grates and in doorways at night, far distant
from tree ripe fruit and warm sand. The dumps of our
artifacts bewilder them. They probe, not knowing what to expect from
excess. They act out an experiment, a hairline calculation for survival:
is the expenditure of energy to dig up carrots from the frozen ground
more than their return in calories? Did you notice the price tag when
the wine was poured, the cool chardonnay, the special cabernet, white
and red absurdities of words? The motion lights are set to react outside
the house but, tell me, did you see the clutter in the study, one would
think! Those catalogs, the cave, shadows.
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