it seems I am allowed
to use a language which is private
to speak only of what is optional.
I might softly lob dreams
into tautological algorithm
I might softly lob dreams
into tautological algorithm
machines; I may discover
that a poem is a song—or isn't
much of a poem at all—
but there is no dissent either way
from the audience: the remnants
of eggs and coffee (black),
or the headless sardines
not yet extracted from their can.
And I know how all of that
might come across,
but I don't have to care all the time
about what is optimal. I say:
let the midday break
let the midday break
as my validation;
may the sky brighten a little,
as I hurry off, as if
I have just gotten away
with something.