More-Than-Reckless Eyeballing Poem by Denis Mair

(Inspired by Ralph La Charity's poem titled 'Victory, '* posted Oct.21,2024.)
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The drama has been ratcheted up to a huge scale.

Seen from our individual eyes, how can collective forces be anything else but blind?

Yet they slouch their way toward parity and deadlock,

as if by adversarial physiology of a two headed leviathan,

and we are Jonahs looking out. (And looking out for ourselves, we hope.)

What delirium is like the sense of that deadlock breaking?

We have known such dreadful distraction and it has shaped our days.

How can the cubist fur and bone-crunching pivots of such a shaggy beast

be gathered into affronted retinas?

By the more-than-reckless eyeballing of beauty's love turned meta,

or even kiting from Meta to meta,

than which there is no more honest poetics,

to which the poem that prompted this note attests.
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* Here is Ralph's poem 'Victory':

VICTORY Mine eyes flake with unexploded impact

Mine eyes infiltrate jellied tanktowns
power walking well-heeled graft
along sweat-banded loopy beachheads

Mine eyes belly up to the guile larder
guild guilt & fool around

Mine eyes climb hand over hand
collateral pig's foot caked
camel spit in the pentagon pool

Mine eyes elope with pack rats
reckless shuttlecocks are mine eyes

Mine eyes field strip jackets whisker-coned
ambulatory undeloused starvation buffer
bubs of trench flag bridges downed

Mine eyes have seen shroudy captives file
down choked dune-tides that bind

Mine eyes align beloved warps click-beetled
below bellowing hypno-stipulative pushovers
registrating duality-crest bledfellows

Mine eyes are incandescent lusty fleas
procreant witnesses swallowed by the sword

Mine eyes crosshair whole quilts of plague ghetto
ethers inhaled stuttering grease clams
global intake cringe-roots, boot-lamped

Mine eyes muster the tar pits' babble
they savor lies seasoned & enshrined

Mine eyes hourglass nay-knowing cloverleafs
new-mown chopped quicksaw sanddust mounds
of crater-sculpt horizon ramps, offed

Mine eyes cook dawn's early light
& the smoke of twilight's fast breathing

Mine eyes lock headlong baggy & bodiless
consensus-swept support nodes
giddy on dire World Cop Love

Mine eyes whorl whorish ado & anon

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