Would somehow rhyme (quantum physics having proved
Distance is illusory. Teatime doubly so.)
I by the rising Ganges pronounce
The floods that fill your skin; you,
With your fresh thoughts, careful,
Care for me somehow (quantum physics having shown
That nothing disappears, nothing is gone); how?
Have you ever read Paul Celan?
Herr Tod ist einer Meister aus Deutschland,
und so weiter. Tell me, my beloved boy,
will quantum physics reconcile you and I?
if once upon a time we've touched,
are we still touching? if once we danced,
(quantum physics has proved)
then we are still dancing. if once
upon a time we held hands,
then we are still dancing.
dear diary, thank god or whoever nobody reads you nor my drunken poems. Hab rachmones, hab rachmones, hab rachmones.
the Funny Show
agriculture poem
my life in the ghost of Bush
time-lapsed (part 1)
unreconciled
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