Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The Pernicious Advice of Dreams


Tonight I take no interest in the dark
Thundery torrent
Of angry decimals pelting the window

Tonight I feel like Hindu numerals
Before there was a symbol
For the missing position

When zero trembled brightly
Just out of earshot
Where music turned to noise

I remember you sweetly
Took the corner of your napkin and wiped
A prime number from my lip

I remember how you stood
Suddenly before a tribunal of angry algorithms
Having found among your many blonde hairs
A gray one

O fire of naked flowers
Far from these avid fingers!

In the rule of three
Multiply the fruit
By the desire
And divide by the measure
So you get the fruit of the desire


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