Letter 28 – One Person’s Myth

 

A question for Mars:  Would you ever run out of fire

proper as nouns are.   The war-like

globe radiated red onto the impressionable planet

is a corpse of my own making.   One rock

covered

w/ lost opportunities   &

the tired old

skin

of myth    though

one

person’s myth is another’s’ punch in the

chest that takes the wind away.   Winds remove clouds from views of

 

constellations of habit  -  Cassiopeia is

tattooed w/ coffee ice cream at 11PM

on

a Wednesday night while the Dipper’s

palm offers you a smoke

or an evening libation.   Is destroying life always an

inside job?

An inside job pulled off by the one on the inside of the

eyelid.

 

II

 

One August a

person’s view of the planet whose

myth conjures heat & war   whose proximity

is cause for a mass die-off in France    maybe

another’s not so subtle reminder.   When it comes to violence   the

punch of Odin can cave

in

the puffed-out hubris-filled

chest of the would-be conqueror as well as

that tooth-deprived once-smiling peasant woman   that

takes grapes & (apparently) one in

the ribs for the species.

Wind blows ashes of corpses

away from the pyre & children think it’s August snow.

 

7:55AM - 8.28.03

(First two phrases taken from Dan Raphael’s

The Way of the World)