oh_me_ghost

Dj vu, Go nowhere Poems
and the Undecipherable Moon.

All the poems in the city
Seemed to be leading to one truth,
The incomparable truth

That all our thoughts
are so much dust.

What’s in a thought. We asked the gods,
from the windows ledge
but “Nothing” was the response.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts
like facts that cannot breath well

What’s in a thought. We asked the gods,
But there was silence from the clouds
And so we answered for the gods ourselves

What’s in a thought.
For the love of sweet josephine of nazareth
I must immediately know the answer.

It isn’t ground,
it isn’t solid,
It isn’t something to stand your body on

And yet I am so deeply familiar
With the thoughts I’ve got
The simple ideas
The relationships I mean.

The reliationships between
a and b, between image and thing,
between this and that
is thoughts, perhaps

Relationships are thoughts (and thoughts are dust)
Until the dust grows limbs and lips
And eyes and TEETH
And thusly leaves the scene.
Bah, that doesn’t make sense.

What’s in a thought. We asked the gods,
in our boxes of solace
and there was no response.