Two Poems
kari edwards
from: Bharat jiva 43-44
in some ways
I am afraid
I’ve been someone
in a headache of dust
not adept at advocating for souls
transpiring away in crevices
between smithereens and darkness
instead I grasp
pronoun logic
the texture of cement
picking at the present tension
one that has been mostly
a b-side on repeat
with a skip
at best
a disassociation of matter
sinking profoundly in progress
preparing to enter as nothing more
than a presence
dark above
the clutching hand
of unconsciousness
obedience: 74-76
in most questions we neither take a step or go further
in most steps there is neither a further or a step
in most questions we terminate the last question
we terminate the curiosity that carries a further
that reaches beyond the body
that examines more thoroughly
customary conjunction
from where the quest rose
from an entertainable speculation
from a degree of doubt
from uncertainty
from a state beyond
stepping the next step the next step
that steps into stock ideas
and furnished apartments
negated before the fall
some are fiction while others
frenzied events about to happen
in a place already in existence
a circumstance that belongs to history
a certainty of steps taken
later annexed into the sediment of foam
placed at a particular juncture
at a particular time
that an object conjoined
to another conjoined other
attempting a feeling that
consists of a proliferation of possibilities
before the before was beginning
because before there was a matter of fact
we’re there no difference between
rejection and difference
where rejection is not connected to some sediment
that is the step taken into impossibility
into the difficult
into the freely falling
continually falling forward
into an impossibility
into an endeavor
with no definition
no feelings of cold passion
or creative comforts
we call microwavable expression
just vivid conception with a variety of terms