Saturday, March 22, 2008

gotta write gotta write gotta write

a nearly decomposable system. as defined by m. hofstadter in (hereafter "GEB") Godel, Escher & Bach. that is what work is. that is what a lot of things are.

a nearly decomposable system whose constituent parts, at their most individual, speak entirely different languages. yet speak english.

mu.

cold labyrinth: leaves
tossed around the entrance -
a few dare inside,
then hurry out again.

his girlfriend is walking
around the labyrinth,
in slow, determined strides.
she wishes
she had her iPod with her.
she makes do with
his cigarettes
from one pocket of his jacket
and a book of matches from the other

he forgot the damned ball of string,
left the hardware store
without it. he was distracted by her
walking by the window. ran out -

(she was on her way there, too - )

the wind cries where are you
through the anonymous halls.
he lights the corridors
with his cell phone's
weak blue light.

at the center, there is nothing
sitting,
waiting,
fangs bared,
silently.

1 comment:

kaylen said...

dear you.
i am having such a sudden love-affair with the microphones.
me.