Consciousness, Literature and the Arts
Archive
Volume 13 Number 1, April 2012
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Poetry by Anthony Squiers
BenzoDiazepine
Melt like communion,
on my tongue,
BenzoDiazepine.
Pressed against the roof of my mouth
I taste your acridity.
From vein to capillary
appease my neurosis
with offerings of bliss.
Keep neurosis hidden
So those who can,
can
claim it has
died
its ontological death.
Let them believe
It’s buried
in a convict’s cemetery
where above,
the grounds are tended
by moribund relics
like the Flat Earth Society
and Platonic mystics.
Folly
In the folly of Hegelian thought,
In our struggle for recognition,
In the human potential for
Sexuality and erotic love,
I find us,
linked,
intrinsically,
to the universal goal
of
togetherness.
How Unexpected
How unexpectedly quiet
a city can be,
when you can't sleep
three AM
Chicago.
And you're thinking
about a girl,
in the long
moments between
cars passing,
on the street below,
open window,
August night.
How unexpected it is
to find
that even sound
dwells
in an unresponsive universe.
Sometime
Sometime,
before she left,
she peeled back
the blankets
of my bed.
She misted her perfume
down on the sheets
casting out infinitesimal
dew drops
that floated into
the fabric’s thread.
Embedded now,
in the fibers,
is an ascetic incense
with helps to achieve
the transcendental bliss
of sleep.
In Theory
She was in Theory,
standing with
drink in hand
and hand near hip,
her hip rocking melodically
music, definitive sexuality,
liquid sexuality,
fluid expression.
Rolling, floating with
algorithmic complexity;
but, still formulated by
a mathematical simplicity
which the science in my observation
tries to deduce from
general propositions.
Moving from the grayness of Theory
that stops short of her knees
to the top of Theory,
cut low and turning lavender,
I look for what is unknown
and hidden from my knowledge
by the epistemological gray
of the Theory, I explore her in.
When Theory, discarded,
will wrinkle
superfluously
on the floor
she will, no longer be
in Theory.
But, in fact,
she will become real.