A Stolen Joke
5/6/2024 Day 1 of the writer's retreat, 4 days to 60
Above the Nose
Con/Jur/d, 5/6/2024
My eyes are up here
our relationship to a landscape
a nude, a cubist violin, the day glow
stutter of DMT, the reality of empire
DREAMS
seem absolute
we’ve all see the diagram
of eyeballs, EYE EYE
BRAIN
cross -wired
leading to the left/right
hypothesis, although certain NEUROLOGISTS
say, “it’s just a crappy new age story like the bible”
the rest of us may be old enough to remember
EMO PHILLIPS and other QUANTUM
PHILOSOPHERS like PEE WEE HERMAN
who not only got WARHOL’s TOMATO SOUP
but what it tasted like, under the table, behind a counter
in a lunch box in CENTRAL PARK, in AUSTEN before
DELL and the BASIC BUSH took over, even in a movie theater
which he didn’t come out of for 30 years
EMO had this line, “I used to think the brain
was the most fascinating part of the body until I realized,
HEY! look, whose telling me that”
some of us, still, think it’s funny.
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 5/6/2024
Honestly, I read this and feel confused, but not in a bad way. This poem, its style and format seems to so well capture your train of thought that even if I can't wholly discern its meaning, it's compelling to take a peek into your mind like this. I love it when poets experiment with elements to better mold their words to their intent—it always amazes me.