Time Trappers

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We are the time trappers
Alert to paradigms,
Passing fantasies of the flesh,
Calibrating myths, metaphors and mood,
Measuring our hopelessness,
Our ennui, our love patterns, our anxieties,
Against our heartbeats,
Wanting to say this,
Stuttering to articulate that,
Weaving dark veils
Of language and vocabularies,
Fabricating worldviews,
Categories, moral cognates,
Whispering through the tick-tock of cogs
Into the insurmountable trilogy of time,
Ensnared in its palladian.



July 17 ,2010

BEYOND THE PRONOUN

Beyond the pronoun
The present enters the future
And conveys all that
Grammar wishes to convey.

Language makes
The subject hostage
By mirroring subjectivity
Through imagined essence.

The ego relinquishes its
Utopian wishes for modernity
And enters the claims
Of a surrogate history.

The White Magnolia Tree

Towards the end of March
When the white magnolia flowers
Open upon black barks
Like unblemished bridal dresses
Expectant, quivering, immaculate,
Feeling the primordial emotion of clouds
Like any other cherry tree,
They little know the world they inherit.

As you stand under the white lanterns
And sway with their enceinte desire
You are compelled to believe
In the purity of good intentions,
The joys of elemental fecundity,
Not in the least suspecting
The jealousy of the pink cherry tree,
Or the besotted mood of spring rain.