Le Subway Contleef

On a capsule we gather.

We gather 20 trillion humans.

In this capsule to the stars we gather
yondered
fields of dust and allergens,

books of bones and markets of skins.
We shall fit between
space and time here in this capsule.

Upstairs, above,
in the city plains of Earth,
they go to lunch buffets.

Cooking oil drips down to the tunnels
where this capsule runs
with the rest of humanity gathered.

Here, in this way,
all the Universe is filled in,
mercilessly unstopping.

So should we love the collective,
or should we love the lore?

Riddle Kippler

There was one long ago

a human who lived as one

but now the one of the collectively
none
had done the undone
that returns the silence of the era.

The ones and twos stand with shoulders and skin
and worry which is which, who will see

who will see me
do the things I do
standing as such in a way that others may be

looking at me.

I posture and fix my hair, set out,

go to the shopping center, greet, handshake

look out for life as American Idol on TV.

 

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

As Brother

I’ve gone beyond the walls,
beyond the walls of Athens

to smoke my cigarette

with the Arabs, the Africans, and Persians.

Though I go not here to
turn on Athens,
to show no one the entrance into her,

but to be with these ones as other,
to smoke with them
as brother,
in the hours of the citrus sun,
the yellow, the gold, the white, and red,

for those of us with arms and legs.

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin