Michael O'Sullivan Poems
Comments about Michael O'Sullivan
When ashes ventured to Heraclitus
That more things may exist than fire
He disappeared into a sunny gap
Created by foreshortening of his stride.
As Ur-Syphilis whispered to dying Thales
That water had no monopoly on pain
The unitarian cried drops of semen
Whose unique salts made Ur-Syphilis extinct.
When flies debased all number to Pythagoroas
A gown surged forth from the ineffable,
Enmeshed all flies with their descendants,
Imparting Death its concentrated tone.
When a mushroom visited the atom bomb
Accusing it of flagrant imitation,
The Naked Dance
Perhaps nature is itself the paradox:
All I know is that while you danced
Naked in the snow, and threw your clothes
On branches aching with the touch,
I felt the tumult of an icy lust
Perfected by the very snow that fell.
Nothing is usually darker than grey flesh
Exposed to the incomparable snow;
Yet, when the morning moon had failed