Today I go talk to the waves.
They take right out of my mouth
and toss back in my face the words.
Think I try to talk about repetition,
but not sure; neither
of the try, nor
the repetition. Only of the talk
am I sure.
The waves repeat: Reach high.
Only then might I crash with might.
I tell the waves to suck back.
I came to talk. Now
I must hear myself think. I think,
now, in a rare trough,
they think the same thing – no thing – thing
of which nothing is the mirror.
At last make out I tell the waves
to leave time to take a long look
into the mirror, to make sure
nothing still there is not.
On the way to the void
let nothing bother you,
because nothing will.
Wave hello. Oh, hell –
Today I go.
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(c) by Willie Smith, used with the poet’s permission
Willie Smith is deeply ashamed of being human. His work celebrates this horror.
His novel OEDIPUS CADET is available at amazon.com or from Black Heron Press.
His story collections SOLID GAS, GO AHEAD SPIT ON ME, EXECUTION STYLE
and STORIES FROM THE MICROWAVE are collector’s items.
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