Presently I must return to my kin,
for the law has decreed it to be so
my dear feathered friend.
As it will pain me to leave you behind,
for life on the wing is no place for a shadow,
so it would plague me to bring you below:
I fear if the knowledge of you became common
our prison would run out of puppets to govern.
If this were a dolphin performing a trick
of light with an arctic pear chandelier,
would mirrors be vases and sunflowers rust
on re-entry or visually similar?
If that were a theatre curtain drawn back
from an ocean wave passing your window,
would safety orange do for the dolphin
or would you prefer it tangelo?
If those were ripples in milk on the wall
and the arctic pear chandelier tinkling,
would force be the window, the window the load,
or the dolphin an armchair to brace in?
I once knew a hornet’s nest intimately
as my own mother’s womb, but the honey-
comb cells held no honey and the hornets,
if that’s what they were, were no Delphic Bee.
If Kant was alive today
to hear Guthrie Govan
soloing on Regret #9,
he’d say “Man!
That’s what I mean
early morning frost
we need to talk about us
a stringy gum cracks
* image created by databending a credit card sized number 3 and applying edge effects.
There is no x for y=0!
An edited fragment from a larger fractal themed piece that I wrote back in 2011, mixed down using Audacity onto what I’m tentatively calling a Glitch Paper Napkin. The napkin is immune to glitching in Wordpad when clean, but I can introduce small vulnerabilities if the paper is not loaded in straight. There are plenty of angles left for me to study the effects of on my Glitch Paper Napkin without making things complicated by scribbling on it, but there’s an endless supply of it…
Glitch Paper Napkin poem
Memories are ribbons
of Cape Barren Geese
in a noon seabreeze
south of Port Neill
Ribbon of Cape Barren Geese
near midnight beneath
a moon growing over
Cape Barren Geese with a Gawler Ranges Midnight Moon
If it’s the first time
you’ve seen Cape Barren Geese
memories are Emus
that look out of place
once or twice
Emus? That can’t be right.
until you approach
and they strip the beach
down to just you
sand, dunes, and ribbons
and a persistence
of vision that swings
like a pendulum
some say obsession
Cape Barren Geese on Hex Canvas