Poems from marknoble
The long spindle stinger is
Stabbing through my back –
I was born circumcised sir
And don’t forget that.
I could run a government
Express...
In essence, memory is a pastime for those disengaged with the future.
Since presence went extinct long before consciousness,
I can assume...
Sealed within that nylon Mason jar
Are Oxford shirts and skinny ties
Huddled flat against each other’s orphaned
Collars, limp buttons,...
You teach math.
You show up every morning, every day
On time -- punctuality is important when you deal with numbers.
Your suits are...
Within the Analects of some genius,
Beneath elegant metaphor, critical thought,
Evidence and proofs; detect a scream
From the unconscious...