Girl With Green Eyes 73
October 27, 2011
Embrace of Pretense
Do you feel this embrace of pretense,
two souls in joyous kiss? The less
solid I am the more true I am. No time
passes; it only seems to hold our play.
We feel pain and loss, sensations and
depths of war, and action. There is no
need to feel condemned by eternal life.
Life is not a life-sentence. It is choice.
All lives and forms are self-chosen
The great swindle was loss
of pretense–the effervescent
imagination sees things to see.
Let me show you animals who eat
stones–takes a long time in little
bites–lichen, the rust on stones;
lizards the slick thoughts of stones.
You know how much I hate serious
time. Let’s jump out of the water
as fish in big splashing loops and
breathe the air spectrum, one gas
at a time. How oxygen tastes, how
helium, how chromium, vanadium,
wampum; how silly the snails feel
walking on their stomach foot, tasting
dirt and plant juices. Ah, good idea.
Let’s stick tongues on our feet and
go walking in the swamp.
by Russell Salamon