Poetry by

Joseph DeMarco

 

Conversations with Time

Three thousand ginger bread cookies
On a purple path to shade
Twisted Time Diagonally
Elusively Disfiguring Reality
Green was Blue
Blue was Happy
Happy was Sneezy
And the other Six dwarves
never showed
They didn't believe in fairy tales
Time jumped out the window
To see if it could fly
And found out literarily
That Time does not fly
It Bends and Twists,
Manipulates
Sometimes it even Backflips
But Time is different for everyone
"We see what we want to see,"
Time whispers in my ear.
"I see a girl in a coconut bra," I say.
"She's not ready to see you yet," says Time.
"But Why?" I ask.
"The answer will not make you any happier."
Time insists.
"No question or answer ever will."
For some reason
I trust Time's transdimensional perspective
"Then can we stay in this moment forever?"
I ask Time.
"We only believe what we want to believe,"
Time says before Nature and Gravity right Themselves
Causing Motion and Misery and Noise
to hurl itself back into my lap
I hear the clock ticking
And cannot believe that
for one moment
Time stopped

 

 

Confessions of Pistachio Pudding

The pudding said to the whipped cream
"I love the way you feel on top of me...
all light and sugary...but I have a confession
I was not always a bowl of Pistachio Pudding
I used to be Lancelot
And
I suspect you were once Guinevere
I suspect that maybe Dave Matthews
Was once Mozart
I suspect that writers reciprocally
create the same masterpieces over and over again
Just changing them
But leaving the same message
and thus "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," became "Satellite"
I suspect that possibly Arthur Laurents was William Shakespeare and that's
why Westside Story and Romeo and Juliet are so similar
I suspect a lot of things that animate objects would never suspect
When your inanimate you see things others can't
and so my delectable whipped cream
I suspect I have known you before."

 

Copyright 2006 Joseph DeMarco

All Rights Reserved

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Joseph DeMarco