by BZ Niditch

Outside we open to nature
a gnome or gene
that inhabits
every hideout of history
of a votary’s vacation
casts an aura
trading in our silence
hoping what we compose
in art,music or word
will withstand
over a pallid cosmos
at our refractions
of our intellect
will live a century beyond
like ancient Virgil or Dante
not just a glow briefly
like a worm
with a luminous secret
outside of time’s absence
yet we are warmed
by a smooth jazz violin
in a furious passage
on a now sober bridge
sleeping off
a late-night wine
closing in
from the last seat
in the front row
of a bad day dream,
or finding mushrooms
from a far country
with a lost spoon
of your lips
is no match
for the grinning poet
Michaux surviving
with egocentric words
in red ink surrealism
on the margins
of your farewells.

1 thought on “ALONE

  1. Are we going with or against the ‘grain of life’?
    The analogies in this poem blew me away. i love the philosophy.

    words and people in poem:

    a sworn adherent
    a : devotee
    b : a devoted admirer
    a : a devout or zealous worshipper
    b : a staunch believer or advocate

    Henri Michaux:
    (24 May 1899 – 19 October 1984) was a highly idiosyncratic Belgian-born poet, writer, and painter who wrote in French. He later took French citizenship. Michaux is best known for his esoteric books written in a highly accessible style, and his body of work includes poetry, travelogues, and art criticism. Michaux travelled widely, tried his hand at several careers, and experimented with drugs, the latter resulting in two of his most intriguing works, Miserable Miracle and The Major Ordeals of the Mind and the Countless Minor Ones.

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