Unrelated Thoughts

Poems that are not in The End of the Word as We Know It, by Wes Unruh

Monthly Archives: June 2011

Unwaba’s Eucharist

previously published in eXpressions Journal

Am I too slow?
This world moves though I do not,
        (sit here, ponder my fleshings, my merely mortal after all,
        think through the mid-morning afterglow)
I can only sit here, panicking, about the passage of time for so long
before I have to piss
here I lie fain, fallow
shed my lizard skin go I

fear my company, fear my companion, fear more alongside
fear harmonizing, enticing, Pan tug panic tugging fain (ever so faint)
…fabricated, frail, fraught with more than is destined, that
   only so much is entitled, is bequeathed, that heritage is
   something passed, like language, like gas
   cultural belch, the spirit
   digested, expelled…Betray
   in its sweat, its passing
for others, there I see behind
for others, there I
for others, there

but for the drifts of gog and
drifts of magog go I


January First, Two Thousand and Seven

Ten minutes, a day, the calendar
revolves. Spell hearts, enchant
minds, drag knuckles all primal

can we not be the formless

it doesn’t happen
unless it’s out and in the open
three days of formless

Fuck that noise you open
each codex and grasp for meaning

when the meaning may simply be bornless

knowing the semaphore
instinctual, to know
that there is a code there

opens these
and through it, step gently
we could build an entire world
out of bluster
sleeping three to a bed
against these women
I lay my head
and I can trust here.

what if these found you
what are you Willing

in in in!
deeper, in!
In iteration and internalized
in the refurbishing
what is it in & of itself?

Ask up? Chunk! deeper
to peel the layer
shake – & quiver

Fighting to maintain
Situational Awareness

taken by force

in seed you control
need you control it
seed it you control
you need control is

mine is
not yours
not taken by fierce
mind own this controvert

your time
strained meaningessly
by fierceness take
by strength conquer

you are fire
are heart, spread light
no mind this night taken
by flight
by lies,

higher and farther
you stake out the future

we’re blue blood, gene
and to console, perhaps this moves again
and perhaps mortal,
stare deeper, stay
longer each taken
desire, you
absolve control


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