Sunday, September 4, 2016

With Telescopes

With telescopes,
everything becomes scientific.
I held still so long watching an insect on a stalk a half mile away,
that birds nested in my ears
and rented my head to a carnival.

When I open my mouth, it's oompah bands.
When I publish, it's pablum.
When you kiss me, it's junk data, but repeatable.
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a 55 for real toads



 

13 comments:

Mama Zen said...

God, I love this!

Sioux said...

Those Hellwig gals--they are fun!

angieinspired said...

i'm gagga over the oompah and repeatable junk data. who knew science could feel so whimsical?

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Lovely fun!

brudberg said...

As long as there is some ompah it must be good... soon time for Octoberfest.

kaykuala said...

When you kiss me,
it's junk data,
but repeatable.

Repeatable! That's keeping poetic creations progressively moving higher and higher modestly speaking. Hank's interpretation, Shay. Great!


Hank

hedgewitch said...

*tears last remaining hairs from scalp* I don;t know how you are able to take the darkest images and twist them into cotton candy sweet regrets--life on the midway is just like that I guess. I especially love the last lines with their resigned grip on reality, scientific, yet infused with a little alchemy as well.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is such fun! With your brand of a sting in the tail (tale).

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my God. How can each of your poems be my favourite? But this one IS. One of them. Too wonderful!

Joon said...

Awesome.

Kay L. Davies said...

You are SO good at this. Wow!
K

Debi Swim said...

When I open my mouth, it's oompah bands.
When I publish, it's pablum..... love that

Lynn said...

Love that last line, "junk data, but repeatable." :)