Wednesday, March 05, 2003

Here’s something for your entertainment

Here’s something for your entertainment while I attend to sundry aggravations:

The cleanliness has taken over
Whiteness washes over me
And nowhere that the eye perceives
Exists the least impurity
From garret to basement and baseboard to mouldings
A prairie, a vacuum, unsullied and pure,
The tabula rasa confounds every aspect
With desert Antarctica’s frozen allure.
Inhaled, it stings me - the cleanness inside me
Resists respiration, too perfect to breathe
Or incorporate into corporeal beings;
It burns me, indignant, demanding reprieve.
Unbroken and utter, it spreads out around me,
This terrible absence of fracture or stain,
Its harmony deafens, all counterpoint banished,
And singular qualities deaden my brain.
As a mantle of ice I can see it encroaching.
I wait with my colors, my dissonant germ,
And soon it will touch me, unblemished, insipid,
And I shall consume it, and each in its turn!