Dialogic

The Beauty of incongruity

Let's breathe in
Deep the narrative
Ruining our lives

Breathe in again
You look at me
I look at you

The ruin we see
Is the art
And the lie

Why do you stress so
When I contradict you?

by mjsalovaara



I contradict
lest I contradict
my nature; "the ruin
we see is
the art and the lie."

With so little time
to breathe in so little of
Time, I hold my breath,
letting more
of the moment's diligent chemicals
to seep into my blood.

It ruins me
in this delightful chaos
I recognize in the mirror;
the 10,000 mes I have memorized
climb the scaffolding of this beast,
tearing the terror from my eyes
as tears.

by jerry gordon



I too tear and tear,
scaffold or desire
we climb nonetheless

alternate universes
in relief or contrast
beloved, beholden
and with the stars
just so ...

despised and taut
this beauty of incongruity,
a hall of mirrors
or 10,000 waves
crashing, lapping, eroding
my King Lear reach

that plank you walk
is but a splinter
when you breath
too deep

by mjsalovaara



Within an echo,
the devil told me the way
to stand atop the tip
of a needle made of wood:

"Be afraid to fall."

Being a bad student,
I forgot the key points
of the lesson and found
my own way:
collecting particles of
smoke, ash and splinters
I build a bridge from ruin,
going nowhere.


by jerry gordon