Dialogue with Demons
I imagine sitting beneath
Pale columns
Fronting an ancient building
Awaiting wisdom
From ghosts
Who will come near me
Bearing questions
C L Couch
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Cat House
Last night I saw
Cat-friends
Allergies notwithstanding
There were people, too
They’re fine, I think,
The cats (I guess the people, too)
The screened-in porch was open to them
In fact, a breeze
And persons to protect the bowls
One cat’s from the other
The skittish cat leaped up
The other flowed like mercury
Upon the floor
Seeking a container of some sort,
I think
The way liquid does
We ate
They hoped
We watched a film
They stayed away
We had to pass through, after
Their insistence came alive again
Furballs of self-interest
That is their purpose
And their lesson
Nature to the rest of us
Not wrong to want our way
Not bad to serve affection
For no reason
Beyond being
C L Couch
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Prescribe Contemplation
Forgive me
For a fat mind
And soul leaden
With lethargy
Crowding out the angels
Pressing leaves of better notions
From a wisdom tree
I’d do so much better
Reading these even if I can’t
Hear heaven’s language
While living low to
Ground
Unearned wings
Plus siren’s wax all
Impeding taller clarity
C L Couch
Seventh-Inning Stretch
God
Help us
I think God will
I believe
You don’t have to
Not because I’m better
Never that
No
But because belief
Infects at different rates
Like a desirable disease
And some are never touched
Some are cured
Or forestalled
By degrees of nihilism
But it’s fair to understand
Faith as sick
The world doesn’t welcome it
Many take remedies, so to say
For me,
Welcome the infection
Feed the fever
Starve the cold
Once the heart is hosted
All other major organs
(yes those, too)
The wisdom of the world
Is foolish to believers
We are fools
To its wisdom
C L Couch
Mask of a fool dancer; Kwakwaka’wakw (Kwakiutl); North America department, Ethnological Museum, Berlin, Germany (Jacobsen collection, 1881)
By User:FA2010 – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=15334105
Planet Nine from Outer Space
(the sequel)
It’s out there
Will we see it
Will we be looking back
Before it hits us from behind
I have a name for it
Minerva
Because more wisdom should not hurt
Unless a planet can wage judgment
On another
It’s relative, I guess
If not ironic
When
We look for something new
In outer space
While on the inside
Do we hear the cry for
Something more
On Earth
A cousin to our planet
A source of helps and agencies
If willing
Maybe not,
To make us glad we’re not the only ones
Who can say
We’re here
C L Couch
By Tomruen, nagualdesign; background taken from File:ESO – Milky Way.jpg – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=47105354
Planet Minerva
Except for Earth and
Uranus (a Greek divinity,
Parenting gods as well),*
We name
Our planets for gods of
Rome, perhaps stabilizing
Legacies
X, Y, Z—Planet X (not
Roman ten, since Pluto’s
Demotion) might need a
Name
If (say it “Iks”) Ix won’t
Work for (new) planet
Number nine,
I recommend Minerva,
Imposing wisdom on
Our solar notion that we
Are done meeting our
Planets
(*finished here or read
the note below
And on a profound-less
Note, if Uranus,
Pronounced either way,
Still leaves the
Audience dying, then
We could take the
Roman form for that
And call it Caelus or
Coelus, more sonorous
In transliteration)
No Time for Corruption
Hell, no time for disagreement
The Kurds need recognition
Identification as a community
Militias need discipline
If they’re going to exist at all
Iraq needs to find its center
If it’s going to overwhelm ISIS
And not defeat itself
What do we do, we from the
Outside?
We have resources, maybe we
Have time, we have perspective
More importantly, we can care
Stratagems and de-stabling
Agendas aside, sixty-six persons
Died—were killed—in a bombing
In Sadr marketplace
I know we don’t know this place
We might not know how to say
It
But sixty-six
How many families is that
I swear, we should invoke the
Real Isis, god of wisdom and
Brother to the god of the dead
Let her sort it out, if we cannot
Find the wisdom in ourselves
W is for Wisdom
Wisdom sayings, wisdom verse
Aesop, the poetry of Donne
What Winnie the Pooh never
Learns from sticking his tummy
In a honey tree and, before that,
Rabbit’s house
What is wise to you, dear one?
Would you write it down? Or do
You believe in show more than
In tell?
Which means I’ll learn from
Watching you more than in
Pitiless, didactic discourse
I will look to you for wisdom
Other times in the book we know
We find out back—made of living
Page-leaves,
Bound in round tree bark, etched
By wind and ice, illumined by
Nature’s hand
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