Unzen Poem by Joseph DeMarco

An Extremity of Polar Opposites

Attached to Plastic Magnets;

A Walking Hypocrisy

Jogging underwater;

Weightless Gravity

Inside an Absolute Vacuum;

Unconscious Thought

Inside the Mainframe of a Super Computer;

A Penguin that Flies south for the Summer

Through a coal storm on a black and white TV;

Clocks melting backwards

Behind surreal sarcasm and cynicism

Somewhere between Time and Money;

Can't figure which is more of an illusion?

I thought I knew myself,

Turned out it was just an illusion

Performed by Society's conformity

With transparent masks;

I'm outta ink,

I'll write with blood

Till I pass out;

After that I'll keep writing in my head

Looking for the answer;

Where did I leave it?

Past lives

In between words and incidental incantations;

Where was my first clue?

In a book?

In a song?

In a poem?

Why can't I remember?

Why can't I find it?

'Trust your instinct, ' says The voice;

'Instinct is drawn to the force that binds us all.'

The line 'Miles To Go Before I Sleep'

Pops into my head,

So we shall start with

Frost



Joseph DeMarco