[Listen to readings
of these poems.]
A Random Event #1
All paths are contrived to look invisible
even if the source of the light is just
a single pinhole. Crowds gather
wherever there is something to see,
but the most memorable things happen
in private. So I do not join the crowd;
I do not care what I've missed.
I pull myself out of the husk
that attempts to recreate all
the trappings of a full-blown world.
I am the saddest subset in the Venn diagram.
I wear fear with ease; it is the hilt
that limits the descent of the blade.
Invisibility is flattery. I sashay to be ignored.
The colors of the party move on~without me.
Memory is a landscape dotted by uneven streaks
of time. I imagine tearing apart the duality~
the landmarks in such a landscape are randomly placed, but the entirety
of the scene is contrived.