July 29, 2012

You Should Slap a Mosquito Bite Instead of Scratching

It's a feeling
It is more

There are better things
There are so many places

Where a map has four cardinal directions
You have thousands and you haven't even counted the backwards

Inertia is a ruthless beast
If you're going or you're not

Friction is a demon
Tension is a weapon

The anxious inherit the earth second after second
You are fully programming you from one moment to the next

Random access, random operations, probability waves, possibilities
Collisions upon collisions over time and divided by nothing as important

The French have a way with food. It's true
So do the Japanese, and the Ethiopians, and the Mexicans, and pretty much everybody else

You do live in wonderful times, even if they aren't always wonderful
Your lost heat will destroy galaxies some day

One little, accumulating, accelerating bit of waste at a time
There's no other way

Every act is part of the end


3 comments:

Susan said...

To me, this intriguing poem feels like a dialogue between more than one part of the self which does not oppose the other, but rolls a couple of degrees off of the other.

Is it a feeling or more than a feeling? And so on. Reminds me of taking half and half and half again ad infinitum: "Every act is part of the end" but there is no end.

Justin Sirois said...

"Friction is a demon
Tension is a weapon

The anxious inherit the earth second after second
You are fully programming you from one moment to the next"

Love this, man. Love it.

Jamie Gaughran-Perez said...

You are all too kind... and I'm just biting your style J. See you soon I hope.