Notes.

Two Crows on a Telephone Pole

 

Two crows on a telephone pole

crow about their neighbors, but I

have learned to live alone, I know

none of my neighbors, I stay by

my computer, or by my phone.

I step outside to say hello.

They drop their gazes and start home.

I can only guess what they know.

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Reality TV Romance

 

They live so quickly, myself not as fast.

They fasten no valve on emotion.

Nor am I able to either at times.

Nor do either of us know what we are.

The difference must be the sense we have

of ourselves as one of two kinds, subject

or object, the one acting out who they are,

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Sonnet for David Attenborough

 

Science tells us the process exists

in the thing itself. A chimpanzee

is the sum of its processes, both

kinds within and without, one

metaphor of iteration at all scales.

Physiognomies, behaviors, moods

multiplied out of primordial soups,

spermatogeneses, ancestors as large

as sperm, once the largest things 

living on the face of the earth.

All this in the glassy look

of a chimpanzee clumsily

shucking nut-paste with a spatula

fashioned from a broken stalk.


R. Charboneau