Okay

Bob, , , ,

Okay lost.

Okay peanut butter and dusk sandwiches.

Okay the faults.

Okay abstract.

The walks I take.

I pitch ideas to the graffiti beneath a viaduct, a stroke of streetlight
In the rain.

I make up books I will read, The Philosophy of Meteorites, by E M Comet.

Okay the sun will one day bloom into a red giant.

Okay the moon grows antlers and stops wearing clothes.

The heart leaps grave canyons neighing stars.
Only the ridiculous will survive.

Okay the universe is homespun, like plaster walls or quantum mechanics.

Okay a wobble must the poet know. Late of home, a globe at the feet.

19 thoughts on “Okay”

  1. The repetition of okay feels like perhaps the poem is building forces in an argument … like maybe at some point there will be a big but. Ha ha. I feel like that could be another poem. I love “peanut butter and dusk sandwiches”. I Love “the moon grows antlers and stops wearing clothes”. I love the line about made up books. And the last line… so intriguing. I keep going back and back to “late of home, a globe at the feet”….

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    1. Thanks, Worms. You are right about the big but (ha ha) line. I took it out, and put in the last line that’s there now. I like your idea, and wonder if I could build a poem out of that line to accompany this one. Really glad you liked this one.

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  4. I was having some trouble leaving a reply in the actual blog post poem page, a problem with my computer, but I think I found a solution. I went to the reader tab next to My Sites in the upper left corner and typed in this reply……… There’s a lot of strength in saying OK, in accepting the way things are regardless of the pain they might cause. You make it even better than acceptance and dream up new things – “the sun will one day bloom into a red giant” and all the other original lines here.

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      1. that’s true. i hadn’t thought of the sun ballooning into a red giant as a problem, probably because the first thought that came to my mind was the cover design for the Flaming Lips album Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots. This whole topic has me wondering again how I would rather die – burned or frozen? I think frozen might be better or maybe I’m biased since I live in the northeast.

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      2. I love that record. I still put on the song cause I work for the state and there are lots of evil machines. Though in the song I think she works for the city. I may have to go with burned. Winters here have taught to take freezing seriously. But I guess either is no good really.

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      3. Do you think the state is better than the federal in that it leaves more room for different ideas and expression and what not?

        I guess being burned might cause hallucinations which would award us an escape, but maybe freezing does the same? Anyway, the whole conversation terrifies me even more about dying. It’s not that I’m upset that I won’t live forever. It’s just that moment when we die, the pain in it all. It’s amazing how calm we all are.

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      4. I’m not sure what is better, the state or federal. I’ve never had a federal job. There most be something in our brains that stops us from thinking to much about death too much. Fire or ice…just not good choices. But like you said, it’s that moment. Who knows what that will be like.

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      5. I hadn’t thought of it that way, about something in our brain that stops us from obsessing over the inevitable death situation we will have to deal with. It’s a nice positive thought…..a joint, a few muscle relaxants and a cocktail help too.

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