Two Unselfish Poems
the coolecting I
(of course, this should be ‘collecting’, but ‘coolecting’ is more fortuitous
& therefore preferable …)
I (‘my’ self) am a coolection of selves which coolect selves which coolect selves …
these are some of them that have identified themselves in different ways:
art-breathing; coolecting (of course) ; defiantly respectful; didactic;
foreign; green; invisible; island; liberating; & mapping; (anti)-pc;
raging poet; recycling-&-recycled; secret; & why not self-searching;
(un)sleeping; and seamless but that one’s unravelling as we speak …
this could be an index of selves, past, present & future, or even a map;
but Map is not what world does; in, & in defiance of, Map eyes finger
escapes over frontiers; soothe contours onto the mind that cannot look
remotely like rock, like a thing cast in stone for a lifetime of mapping.
the invis &
secret self, selfing. Are,
is that, you?
But whether this is/you are the
same
cannot be divulged by, or to, the self,
can it?
