THE INVITATION: A Love Poem for Titina Gravlax (Deceased)
She obviously thought it was a smart thing to say
Or she wouldn’t have said it. And he thought this was
A smart thing to say, though it obviously wasn’t.
Oh Monkey Joe, it’s just you and me, these days
And some days not you and sometimes not me
Cause I met you coming out of math class on a slushy day
And you invited me to notice spheres
moving up and moving down and moving sideways, balls in light. Also hairs.
And I obviously noticed them before – everybody notices them
Except the pathologically insane: Holy Shit, Sherlock
It’s Father Brownian motion, hey girl-girl looking at dust
It’s nothing but dust you’re looking at. Dust in light.
Let’s analyze that. “Nothing but” what are the other nothing buts?
Love/sex, Life/death, dogs/beggars
“Nothing but” is nothing but
Evasive action! The little love is nothing but a great big fear.
And as for “nothing” you know I think
That old pun “nothing”/no thing is just garbage.
Me too! Me too! Who said it was a thing? Morgenbesser
Had the plain decency to ask his charges
Is my fist a thing? Is the sky a thing?
Is the sky a thing? Fuck yeah!
The sky’s a thing. Is anything else a thing?
Trust me paisan the sky’s a thing if anything’s
a thing. Is anything a thing? Deep in my greasy brain I synthesized it
That which you and I shared when we shared floating dust
Deep in the gunky hole I helped them to do it
I helped them to pull it together. I helped them trust!
I helped them pull it off! Me, me! . Men in hats.
Coming damp with snow melt from the subway
My father called “The Culver Line”.
Line cause it goes in both directions infinitely. Culver cause-
Obviously they’re all gone a long long time ago.
Listen, Gabi and you can hear them breathing
Trying to articulate thoughts they never did.
Perhaps they couldn’t. Perhaps they could but never got the chance
Gabi, my heart, did you know in Sanskrit that the gap
Between the articulated and unarticulated thought
Is called Purusha? And that it lies upon a serpent
Ananta sayanan to rest?
Between the destruction of one world
and the whelping of a wonderful wet new one?
Of course you knew! Waiter another round of the same!
Infinitesimal pickles and fried foods from another land
If you look close enough they look like burgers