Figments

One after the other
(like snacks someone might
shovel into the orifice of speech)
he contemplates
feathers = figments = bits and pieces
of History's Bio:

In

Infancy: a spasmodic mud

The early teens: a Last-Tango-like tryst
among routine foliage
in which Love's soft nothings =
the prelingual grunts and groans of cavecouples

Old age: Nietzche's mind turning
toward madness
(more or less like the streets of Torino)

Etc.

&&&

The last fig falls from the upheld arms of the garden tree
The last drop of juice clings to the decanter
The sundial no longer labors as scrivener
Top view: twin palms as epaulets minus the shoulders
Positionally, imagine an embrace--
and their statues being slowly effaced by shadow

&&&

Future figments coagulate-fit-flow from a newfangled stylus,
blur-blip-blather across a latenight TV screen,
play idly, like nesting mice, in the minds and semen of the
projectionists

&&&

None of which touches our protagonist in real time

^

Biography

Vitals stats: Born: Jackson, Michigan; DOB: Sept. 24, 1959; Education: variable and ongoing: Engineering (Univ. of Michigan), Theology (Grace Theological Seminary), Near Eastern Languages/Culture, and Education (UCLA).Rilke's semi-proof of an afterlife. I paraphrase: the lifelong sense of "I'm still learning and therefore any sense of completion must come postmortem." My beautiful family represents my feminine side: my wife: Ania; and my two girls: Katia (4 yrs) and Nadja (8 mths). My current residence: Long Beach, California. My passions: reading, writing, and travel. My current mission: teaching math to inner-city Los Angelinos (Thomas Jefferson High School, Los Angeles, CA.). Influences: mostly dead guys: Samuel Beckett, Max Frisch, Thomas Mann, Tolstoy, Nabokov, Rilke, et al. A recurrent dream: being elsewhere.