This is the mind of the continuum
Spinning off, like a RED BALLOON
Trailing its string through unfortunate skies
To be or not be in the enclosure long ago
A feral cat cries & handwriting too
The fountain pen the swirly pool
As quietly as daybreak gives delivery
Empire State hypodermic syringe shooting up sky
Makes impossible to be or not the thought of a thought
Itineraries of dandelion fuzz rainbow bubbles
Another shot of poetry. The blind moon
Departs with prudence & dispatch.
But my clock is dishevelled my pants have grown antsy.
Come sit by my side—I’ll build you a rocket-gantry to infinity.
From the boardwalk you can see
Inch by inch the sun going down
Like a UFO over the
Ocean & under the sea
In a leaky submarine.
Life just has to go on.
A great world to live in
If you get the chance to. Time messed-up
As it is, he didn’t have many associates.
You’d better be careful what
You ask of a man like that
She never told him life could move so fast.
He doesn’t understand: the world washes away
Like stars with the morning tide
Crumbles like sand
In your hand. People continue to move
Albeit in a big circle. But where
Is all that love heading? Big cash
For the winner & such a sea
Of ships! What a good friend
Who draws moans from the ocean.
You are safe—as the silence knows too well.
When she thought it, it was him.
She could love him, that is, time
Messed-up as it is.
In a land called nevertheless useless
this may well be the end
what’s behind yr skin’s
the tangled skein
of a dead-end alley.
It’s an iniquity! An antiquity!
Leaden boots walking
Been to the hub
of the spiral galaxy.
Can you tell me two microtubules
that aren’t tangled?
And as all my blithering hopes turned to narcissus blossoms
The windows along the roadway prayed
Prayed I could keep my mind on straight
Lightbulb reflected in concave mirror
Dear Lord please grant the prescription pan out
Since transgressing laws of man and cinema
I somehow seem to have gotten away with it anyway!
Their powers are not as great as they would have us fear
You’ll notice no hesitation only the coming on of dawn
A tremendous number of cows out there, farting
Take anything. Break it down far enough
It becomes invisible. Landscape woven word-worlds
Thoughts concepts disappear
In fact seemingly deserted until
Fades away. I am going to a place
I barely remember, before anyone knows I’m gone.
Eyes touch mind
There will be no rumors
Fast talk avenues can’t be tricked
Life does. Time asks
The spoken-for or
And down here these
In time. Some people
Can only have one life
Some people have got to be there.
You don’t get a chance to—time does.
The spoken-of or probably misremembered
Thoughts that could never
Again be hurled up into the sky
It hurts to know
Not even death can solve love.
Tonight time isn’t left alone.
Mind is a door: how it opens
What kind of key you got in mind?
A nice cottage curtain blowing
Let’s sample the night-wind!
Life is love
Love is a gift
The world out-
Kurt Cline is Associate Professor of English and World Comparative Literature, National Taipei University of Technology. His full-length book of poetry, Voyage to the Sun, was published by Boston Poet Press in 2008. Poems and stories have appeared, most recently, in BlazeVOX, Danse Macabre, Ealain, Burningword, The Tule Review, Mission at 10th, EastLit: Journal for English Literature of East and South-East Asia, Wilderness House Literary Review, HuesoLoco, Apocrypha and Abstractions, Black Scat, and Clockwise Cat. Scholarly articles have appeared in Glimpse; Anthropology of Consciousness; Concentric; Beatdom Literary Journal; and Comparative Civilizations and Cultures.