By Elan Gerzon
arguments wanting to be civil.
Take breaks, smoke a cigarette together afraid
illuding time trying to fall it apart
unconflicted now more conflicted –
still very stuck
attempting to make duality make a
lock for us to stick to,
between scared actions
there is no AND in what is real.
Does the chair they sat on when their feet were catching
feel their scorching hearts on smoke
because when they leave
the room is alone with inanimate form
where everything comes into life.
An ant all the same
still runs around, appears on a page
looking for food.
Is this fight a bunch of ants thinking they know what they want?
Can’t we only want food and leave god alone?
we know how to love;
make ourselves stupid by it.
You rather leave
stay at doing nothing with everything,
cigarettes flying, faking relief,
inhaling fear guides that which tries to be denied
fails for only “nothing” can actually be.
In existence we run around like trapped bugs in a bowl
eventually learning there is no place else
so smile at your neighbor…
cross our legs
I am not trying to soften harshness
yet how does one understand injustice
when our length of life in the world
is shorter than a grain of clay,
that I am left on my knees searching under for
the one that doesn’t ask a thing.
We are too many people
to find equality when equality means wanting less – where less means not wanting.
We can’t think clearly because of this?
because of that?
because of victimized ideals?
We can’t think clearly because we can’t think clearly.
Does something that comes out of a mouth,
futile crap spills out of a glass of what was water now is milk
dictate actions in from fear’s belly…
If I act from calm
of what I do not want to be afraid of,
What we think
does not birth
what is truth
when death is not quiet.
arab land? claim land? land is claimed? private?
a circus of logic –
Land belongs to land.
We will leave here on the cloud that brought us in dry
or were we in rain?
Democracy is the obvious fabrication
when the man who writes it still puts his dog on a leash.
Kid soldiers with guns
children with bombs
not holding their eyes in their hands
hands that don’t know what they see
but the moon looks the same on both sides of the cage…