Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on May 20, 2013
Was teleology expressed in our love?
Did we have an aim in mind or did it just
Happen to me and to you for reasons
Beyond understanding, beyond analytic
Frameworks, mathematics, metaphysics,
Something akin to a leap of faith, as if
Paul had loved a beautiful woman
Rather than the beatific Son of God.
The inchoate options share common
Roots with nothing to do with this
Or that hypothesis, experiment
Mutual marriage proposals verified
On the Oregon coast, a touch stone
For us now, in any season, unwilling
To be far from the ocean for long.
Submitted by Neil McKay on May 19, 2013
I want to dance but I'm too lazy,
I am no Patrick Swayze.
In this world gone crazy.
Submitted by Jennifer Dixey on May 19, 2013
peaceful cows, chewing,
don't even notice the train,
me, my busy mind
Submitted by Jennifer Dixey on May 19, 2013
the opposite train
flies by, appears so solid:
life-like illusion
Submitted by Neil McKay on May 14, 2013
The second spoonful of peanut butter,
You methodically chew, the broken nuts
Are rocks and your molars are sledge hammers
Swinging down like they belonged to prisoners in leg irons
In that Paul Newman movie where he stuffed himself on
Hard boiled eggs just to win a bet.
You imagine your teeth now, singing freedom songs,
Dreaming of the day they will be loosened from their roots
Take wing and fly away.
You are a little crazy in the way you allow your imagination
to go off like that.
You go back to concentrating on the chewing
Which, however methodical it is, is not compulsive
Your compulsion is to swallow the whole spoonful
And then swallow another one,
Like you did the first one.
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