a tall, thin-limbed fellow
got a fork in his mouth
in the instant, he’s
mistaken for hungry
“how you gonna let him dig when
he ain’t got no bones?”
because he can’t sing
with a knife
or a shovel
look, it’s only his great
wobbling jelly eyes, his fragile
marrow nose that
show us nothing is
recognizable
inside the radio mind maze
the illusion is
impenetrable
round, warm voices of persuasion
molecules
mountains
a raging slide inside the
shallow dirt mine
where it makes no difference if
the art of the tree and the
equilibrium of the
moon are equal
since dirt is everywhere anyway
nothing matters but
the still life
the picture inside your mind
The Used Life 
10 responses to “The man is bliss.”
And the pictures inside your mind are deep! Worthy of a second, and third read, just absorbing the lines, the intent. I love the second to the last stanza, particularly:
“makes no difference if
the art of the tree and the
equilibrium of the
moon are equal”
So original and thought-provoking.
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Thank you so much, Michele! I actually think that stanza is my favorite, too.
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An absolutely beautiful poem. It has reminded me of the transformative power that emerges in some of your poems.
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Thank you, J. I’ve been in the mood to experiment with my poetry lately. And I am happy with the way this one turned out. I also like the phrase “transformative power.” I hope you’re well. 🙂
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The last two stanzas are sublime. Really a wonderful poem. I will be rereading this, there is so much to take out of this.
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Thank you very much! I’ve been feeling like I wanted to refresh my poetry, try some new techniques. I am happy you feel this one is worth rereading.
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I really liked the rhythm of this piece ❤️
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wow – so intriguing! What images are conjured up. My reading halted at this verse:
the illusion is
impenetrable
round, warm voices of persuasion
molecules
mountains
a raging slide inside the
shallow dirt mine
It just resonates and I’ve no idea why, but maybe that’s fine :>)
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Thanks so much, Lynne! Haha why ask, “why”? 🙂
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