Parabolas
on burning mirrors lay the parabolas of ancient Greece
and as all looked on they rose as cones
dressed in silicates and tar commute to scribes
paranoid the western world denies ellipses
due to keplic vessels made from copper
and only later is it demonstrated
these paranoians echo on in white amorica
as an embodiment of bush
is this the same bush that uttered the heresy
against the genesis of man i ask ??
the world goes round but repositioning the
many universes now that takes time
and not a little forbearance and cunning
be obsequious to heredity and consequence
the politics are as convolute as astronomy
and silly as the galaxies may seem when bent by burning mirrors
in the smatterings of cool
there is a hole
a divine silence
and from it reaches out
the sweet arms of understanding
that in its various forms conjugates
in our ageing selves to either viscid happiness
or a waspish reflection upon the parameters
and parabolas of existence
myself i am dreading the curtain call
of children to some drab needle
please let me sleep in my own peculiar pain
in my own unique way