Tuesday, September 8, 2009

What is square?

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If love is round, what is square?
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Is square sort of an opposite thing
like esteem and disgust?
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What is disapproval, anyway?
And what shape is shame?
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Some minds see numbers in color;
letters, too.
Some special souls' emotions
have a special smell or light.
Somewhere in those brains
synapses for ideas pulse with shapes.
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That square protestant glare,
that look,
that stare from over there to here,
has sharp edges and corners
like an old fashioned triangular ruler
before electronic scientific calculators,
before cell phones on silent/vibrate.

I wince, buckled this tight;
my eyes can't see through the smoke.
Smoke from the heat
or smoke from an over-fueled hot rod?
Ultimately, it's steamed, blurry wet eyes.
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Get out,
go home,
drink coffee,
don't think, I think.
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And I do.
Until he says, "How's work?"
It's that bad.
Thinking is the trap, so don't do it.
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Robotically I push red barns across my table.

Cut out farm animals.
Color and cut.
Color and cut.
And write your name on the back.
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Robotically repeat:
"Clean up and sit down."
"Clean up and line up."
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It's lunch recess in the high 90's
so we'll all faint in the heat;
so line up and shut up
while smoke rises from the asphalt.

Will you not escape today?
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More fool you.
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