Monday, April 17, 2006

My Pet Genius Is a Fish

We listen to Scarlatti from our different spheres
Untrebled and with reason taxing all our ears
The mere hint of Parmenides unbinds our body chemistries
Until the litmus breathes open our chakras to subtract lament

Untrebled and with reason taxing all our ears
The patronym of early Irish stock-in-trade remands all leisure
Until the litmus breathes open our chakras to subtract lament
We have to purge our innocence of precognition

The patronym of early Irish stock-in-trade remands all leisure
To the fungi cluttering respective corners left open to debate
We have to purge our innocence of precognition
Only to disband the meeting our mental faculties

To the fungi cluttering respective corners left open to debate
Go our possessions, all of them, as if our wish had closed
Only to disband the meeting of our mental faculties
Replete with pompous attitudes and hats to match

Our possessions, all of them, are gone, as if our wish had closed
The only jug of cointeau anyone had known
Replete with pompous attitudes and hats to match
We hatched our sole good idea as if spawned by reflex

The only jug of cointreau anyone had known
Began to bubble up an apparition that resembled the tortilla flat
We hatched a priori as our sole idea spawned by reflex
"Let it go," returned the answer to our only prayer

That began to bubble up an apparition resembling the tortilla flat
The mere hint of Parmenides unbinds our body chemistries
"Let it go," returned the answer to our only prayer
As we listened to Scarlatti from our different spheres

3 comments:

Antonia said...

I like this poem. I like it a lot.

Michelle e o said...

Is this a villanelle? Probably a stupid question, I know. I don't know many forms but I've tried a villanelle before. I've tried a rondeaux before too and a few others. It's very hard!

Great job.

Sheila Murphy said...

Thanks to both of you. Michelle, this is a pantoum, another of my favorite forms.