Poems
by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Going to Seed
Petunias, also celery, go to seed.
Likewise, persons under lockdown
Lose vigor, shed expendable parts.
I read on Facebook, on that reliable
Source, that living in pajamas, refusing
Floss, eating breakfast at night, farting,
Were indications of existence morphing.
Its not so much that its job insecurity,
Interpersonal crises caused by close
Quarters, elsewise boredom with
Cooking, anxiety regarding eating,
Maskless neighborsits impatience.
Few contemporary folks ever practice
Discipline unless necessary for wars,
Finals, Olympic Games, or babies
Teething; few actually trust lifes
Exactly as it should be. Besides, none
Of us were appointed as bus driver.
The Socialization of Knowledge
The socialization of knowledge, that growth of critical reflection
On human interaction, remains partially based on assumptions
Concerning shared linguistic hypotheses.
Realize that we benefit exploring communications effect on
Ethics and creativity when examining the evolution of select
Dimensions of social systems.
Altogether, scrutinizing schemes bearings on the complexity
Of associations among words, actions, and meanings fashions
Our rhetoricians into judges.
Providing counsel on morality, in turn, causes those authorities
To squirm against compilations of collective invention, to show
Alternate joie de vivre within mores.
Elsewise, were stuck with Enlightenments less extensive
Expositions, with expressions limited to fact/value divisions,
With unsubstantiated a priori arguments.
So, we culminate close pragmatic and semantic efforts based
On ancient axiomswe replace special contemplations with
New metatheories, new assumptions.
Still, the degree to which/the way how philological invention
Operates impacts our utilization of most holistic philosophies;
We need fresh perspicacity!
Dying in Pittsburgh with Air Conditioning
All of this sheltering in place leaves private business unresolved,
Disremembers fireplace caresses, inserts awkward behaviors like
Placing puppy-sized hysteria, as well as like writhing, swaying,
Manipulating weird guitar music crescendoing toward nothing.
A little rain, falling on a lifetime, never casts as win or lose,
But, like indigo shadows juices, surges over foolish inhabitants,
Doolally lovers, silly blokes (many of whom trouble with grand
Disguises or stupendous friendships besides nefarious doings).
Consider that a weir betwix my bedsit, the world, mayhap, too,
Pure Truth, provides no additional terroirs for raising quokkas,
Quolls, or potoroos. Me and you yet differ on vrot choices
Vis-à-vis respect. Nasty beasts dont roam skips when smirking.
So pulsations up, poundings down, all around my neighborhood,
Other lads and lassies tarry to expunge pain while I encompass
Any good time void of piezoelectric effects. Naught else appears
Able to restore the frenetic pace my lovemaking earlier exuded.
In a land of wind and death, currents scrape lionized resistance
Forms from awkward social tessellations, from quotidian items
Grasped as inveigling rhetoric, from mutterings of balderdash
Show & Tells the heritage I undertook avoiding almost always.
My weakened soul no longer pursues full-time pomp or praise;
Only privileged affect could transform the spring-like feeling
Punditry requests (even young gardeners do prove choosy, can
Provoke selection amidst flowers, ably investigate morality.)
See, social chiaroscuro, the niggling that theres still a chance to
Reintegrate bodies, does awkwardly bloom, rattles in poitrines,
Culls emotive catenaries, inflames hearts, attracts aroused visions
(Maybe, equally, asks iterative evolutions within gauche stations.)
Meanwhile, homeboys forget all manner of kindness, making us sick
Folks toit. Occasionally, unsurmountable oceans do cause surrender.
Likewise, the wet of rainy days, now and again, lets gray best gold.
So, I die in Pittsburgh, in housewide air conditionings fresh splendor.
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