{"id":8404,"date":"2012-05-08T23:43:57","date_gmt":"2012-05-08T21:43:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=8404"},"modified":"2012-05-13T19:45:44","modified_gmt":"2012-05-13T17:45:44","slug":"poems-by-kenneth-p-gurney","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=8404","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Kenneth P. Gurney"},"content":{"rendered":"

Jupiter <\/strong>
\n 
\nLisa believes that we live in god’s imagination
\nand that god may be on psychotropic medication
\nin a ward somewhere in the Austrian alps
\nand enjoys the view of the snow capped mountains.
\nShe thinks the angels that occasionally visit earth
\nare manifestations of god’s desire to do good.
\nShe thinks the devils that regularly visit earth
\nare god’s inherent instinct to play cruel jokes.
\nLisa believes that black holes are the parts of god’s brain
\nthat have rotted and decayed and the neuro-synapses fail.
\nLisa sleeps in a subway station knowing when the train arrives
\nit is god’s subconscious desire to get laid more often.
\nShe does not like god and bets he lives an unexamined life
\nand plays with himself in the corner of the day room.
\nLisa never thinks of god as a she and pooh-poohs those women
\nwho insist that god is a rape victim tortured by the incident.
\nShe does not have an answer for what happens
\nwhen god falls asleep and dreams vanilla ice cream.
\nLisa throws some spare change into the subway musician’s
\nviolin case for good luck, because god calms down when he hears Mozart. <\/p>\n

 
\n <\/p>\n

She Loved Him Anyway <\/strong>
\n 
\nSleeping, the lovers did not hear each other snore
\nor the little moans uttered when in dream.
\nIt was a shared dream that they, subconsciously, realized
\nthey had simultaneously. And in the dream
\ntheir skin did not halt their progress
\ninto each other’s interpretation of the world.
\nTheir ids and egos and super egos intertwined
\nand matched genes as closely as they match.
\nIn this shared dream words never formed.
\nThoughts flowed as pulses of light and with such grace
\nthat neither identified which thought belonged
\nto which lover as they seemed to come from the same mind.
\nThey both had brief thoughts that this ecstasy
\nmight be an insanity, but together they admitted
\nit might be heaven or a landscape so like the heaven
\nthat they both imagined that it would do.
\nSleeping, the lovers lay intertwined and the rising sun
\nfailed to wake them as it peered through the window,
\nbut her dog had had enough of this waiting to go outside
\nand placed his cold nose on the bed frame
\nand breathed on her face until the moist breath
\nbecame the apocalypse of their conjoined world. <\/p>\n

 
\n <\/p>\n

Commuters<\/strong>
\n 
\nIt is the tired metaphor of a train entering a tunnel
\nand because it is tired its piston motion slows
\nand its drive has trouble with the incline
\nand strains the cylinders.
\nThis could be a sign that the marriage
\nof train and tunnel should come to an end.
\nThis could be a sign that the train
\ngives the tunnel back to the mountain.
\nAlthough, the mountain could claim the tunnel
\nas its own and bury the track at any time.
\nThere could be a salesman who has a pill
\nto make the train go faster.
\nThere could be television commercials
\ninterrupting every sporting event to speak about the pill.
\nThere could be a corporation that profits
\nfrom the sale of the pill that lays new track
\nand profits again when the invigorated train
\nfinds new tunnels to enter further along the track.
\nUp ahead is a station where passengers
\nwait to board the train
\nand they know nothing about the pill
\nor the high speeds that the train takes curves
\nor that there are tunnels up ahead
\nthat the train will enter.
\nThey just want to get to work on time
\nand be about their day. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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