New Poem

 A NOTE AFTER EQUINOX

In the crescent moonlight 

perhaps some of these motes

could form a chorus.

But have we derived this far, 

come this close to a calculus, 

just to make of speck a song?

 

I might have finally gotten this poem right.

 

THREE WRONG NOTES

Note the diameter of an invisible ink tattoo 

as if their love could hide a crossword hint 

like “Clueless dope for dopamine”

But not because your inner twin 

sold all your Rap albums for 

a white powder that made you feel 

touched the Father or tailed like Comet

or because a certain name trails off 

with the number e as if to signify 

the compound interest of their love

in a continuously looming silence. 

Does an infinite series of silences about

their love imply addition or addiction? 

In one language you understand, 

pegadu means touching and begins 

with the letter P.  Meaning Pi is filled 

with touches of fruitful irrationality, 

and may hide a circle’s Private Key. 

Note how rumors of you crossing the street 

to sneak rides on fire trucks are irrational, 

but not because you’re vain or became 

a pyromaniac. The circumference 

of urinal cakes may be solved with Pi 

or dissolved with pee. Is it irrational 

that you looped like an extension cord 

while trying to find the value of P, 

but got beat like a bowl of egg yolks 

for wetting the bed? During the beating 

was the shape of their lips agápē or agape? 

Has it not been noted that the trauma 

of the son only feels transcendental 

due to the ratio of the diameter which 

severs him to the circumference of that

which makes him appear whole?

I don’t know how the Sign of the Asp could be key, 

but note how any Volta can turn as currents 

of a Ghanaian river or as currents alternating 

as a weathervane until any cryptic tattoo might 

simply signify how being touched haunted you 

because their love was like the Holy Ghost.