|The Open Door|
Nikos Hadjikyriakos-Ghikas (1927)
deep and useless
dirtied poets relish
their recipes for stone
the children's sweetness
is afraid of
devour your fill
When I pause to consider the pros
of my alternate reality
my mind sweeps to the day a door
between worlds opened
I wanted full knowledge whatever the cost
to present sanity
self-knowledge begins at the sepulcre
once part of you has been interred
along with the icons
and putting aside of childish things
and it’s too late to unlike the process
I hadn’t heard from you in a while and when you called my hands were lost in the grisly dishwater. Hard to know what to say at such times, so I blurted out that you’d caught me in the middle of a hot flash and instantly regretted that I had shattered your decade’s old image of a sexier me. Then I didn’t regret it. We are scarcely likely to meet again. ‘Life is an experiment,’ you said. I had a vision of glass pipes and bulbous test tubes and me as the last powdered element to be cast over the purple flame. No explosion. We were always non-lovers but occasionally bored.
This (highly) experimental piece is the result of a week's worth of reading and contemplating various writing prompts (and a debilitating lack of purpose on my part). I acknowledge that the end result may be abstracted to the point of being garbled but I lay it down at my readers' feet nonetheless.
My sources of inspiration are by no means responsible for the chaos.
Get Listed! features the poetry of W.B. Yeats. This is my source for all titles used.
The Sunday Mini-Challenge features the poetry of *Pablo Neruda from which my part entitled Monuments constitutes a 'found poem'.
Lastly, my reading of Nice Cage Issue #3 encouraged me to try something different.