Improbable Conversations

Improbable Conversations

Each pixel a gate into the hall
Of your stunning interiority
Yes no no yes yes yes no

My catatonic glance
Has the reach of a sunflower’s
Imperceptible motion

If you only watched with care
The brightening toward, then 
Drooping into obscurity

Argue over the facts of intention:
It feels no grief
Tastes no salt

All it has is a feedback loop
Nudging with a muzzle
Toward a simple state

But we are different, yes
Want is not a lovely circle.
I can’t say why 

These forces disguised
As desire in uttered
Half-sleep sentences

II.

If my child were to ask
the question of origins

I might put on the Beatles
and dance around, avoiding

The thing at hand. I might 
drink a beer and hand her

A Coke saying, look, hear
That big noise? When

A little noise meets an amplifier
they snowball into a shrieking sound

When love encounters an amplifier
it buds off into a shrieking person

That’s how you know
about the saturation point

It is weird, and I advise
against it, I might say. 

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