The Ridiculous Shape of Longing

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The Ridiculous Shape of Longing

The Ridiculous Shape of Longing
Possible Cures for Beauty
Two Thousand Poems
Sonnet Visiting at Night
A Fiction Reprised (retelling Borges)
We All Live in Exile
A Good Rage
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Why so many unreasonable people?
A majority who are unreasonable.
Taking charge of themselves
as if they were cranky little bulls.
To us, the nice people, they are hideous.
They refuse to take a message.
They like the scraggy prickled weeds
that grow inside their skulls
by pretending they are roses and lilacs.
How much kicking they do with their feet.
How many roads they get lost along
with the misdirections of their tongues.
Don’t you just want to let them see
themselves for making you cry.
In another moment they think
they’ve got you annoyed for a year.
Imagine being like that.
Observant only of the walls of your pit.
Having a fear that’s so big
you decide to make it your world.
I’m going to ask all these awful people
their names and assure them
that they know how to squeak.
That mice have very small tumours.
The size to kill a mouse.
Look at them straining
in their piddling soft-skinned excuse.
Cross oily eyes.
At least a bull’s got a good rage.
These petty people remind me
that no-one will be here to mourn us
after we are gone.
So, after all, they relieve me
and I’m back to my business
with the vigor of two itchy fists.

AuthorM.T.C. Cronin
2018-08-21T17:23:18+00:00 September 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 44|0 Comments