i.
If
creation is plosive
and
death’s an archive
whose eye measures desire?
If
ejaculate coalesce
and
alphabets don’t flow
how can metamorphosis?
If
lured across space & species
what
distance binds
nursery and morgue?
While
toxin resonates ambrosia
sweetens
genocide sports
a forty-minute girdle
If
homed in sapwood, basked
in
bark’s pasture, can companion
cells right insurgency?
Tell:
if scatalogical
tracings
trace eschatalogical
signs: the
story
ii.
Whether
Samsara breed illusion
or
Hungry Ghosts are filled with transmigration’s
waste, repine
If
design if chaos if history
if
prophecy if scripture if heresy
if unholy babble say
While
the masses had not hatched
the
plot contrived to twist
until entropy’s blue dye
Were
something else lashed to the mast
were
the dancers not such hollow
tumescence
Had
the epic orgy of pheromones
not
flared, had vigil been kept,
the thronging lines stopped
Sing:
while all fall down, while lame,
sans
antidote, dote & lament
until the teeming rings: despite
Pete Smith, born & raised in Coventry, emigrated to Canada in 1974. After a long detour returned to poetry in the late 1990s. Has published poetry with Wild Honey Press, Poetical Histories, above/ground press, W, Great Works & Oystercatcher among others; reviews & essays in Agenda, The Gig, The Paper, The Capilano Review, Crayon & elsewhere. He has given readings at the Kootenay School of Writing & at the final CCCP in 2006. His first full-length collection, Bindings with Discords, was published by Shearsman in February 2015.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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