ONE MONTH

21


Is all truth an act
of will? How soon
will the previews
for the film of your
life be over? Are we
saying that courtesy
trumps the struggle
against poverty? If
you understand what
the enemy thinks
does he remain on
the offensive? Where
does the hurdling
of stagnant bodies
come to an end?
How does the sun
overcome violence?
Will you remember
that I asked you this
a year from now?
Does the ear fold
to allow compassion?
Can I touch you on
the edge of fury?
When must we cease
to use the world so
compulsively? Could
I love the earth better
than the sky? Will
emancipation continue
invisibly? Is coincidence
the only illustration
of the radical nature of
responsibility? Can it
wait until the coffee
is done? How is each
name condemning
the person it hovers
over? Is guilt what
you call all that boiled
time? When is now
not why’s bitch? Have
the specter of these
hands been a burden
to you? What would it
mean for the world
to be meaningless? Is
there anything more
preposterous? Have
you been listening
to the avenue’s music
this ordinary morning?


22


Can you tell a man
you have only come
to watch him die?
Is our intermittent
love for living offset
by our resentment
at the labor it takes?
Could this century
herald the necessary
reacquaintance of
thought with body?
Have I done enough
to impress moneyed
enterprises? Can’t
the horror of sex
be allayed by total
abandon? Whence
flows this curdle
of intuition? Have
the schools divested
you of what it was
possible to be? Why
does a good person
go into the nightly
rub of faithlessness?
Is it an act of courage
to depend on beings
of innate fallibility?
Should we live by
fact or truth? How
often should wonder
be smothered? Is
this another chance
to do what it is you
have never been
honest enough to
conceive? Doesn’t
the hand itself fly
out in all directions?
Was it too much to
expect an interrogation
of egotism? Why has
place been made void
by complacency? If
love and hate begin
to muddle are we not
doomed? Did you
also wish that bombs
would shake things
up before the towers
fell? Who can escape
this frantic pulsing
to feel the geologies
of time? Is it more
important to create
or cultivate? Why
are my hands still
shaking? Will they
cease engendering
sexual noise amid
city streets? Where
can I get a hallelujah
around here today?


23


Who is responsible
for the psychoacoustics
of streets? What new
emblem drifts torn
in the spindly winter
trees? Can I depend
on the pink barrier
of skin? How imperial
can a woman be? Is
it fair to ask people not
to mutilate themselves?
Why must we encode
lust? Can I deteriorate
the bonds of culture
to see truth? Will it not
bed in contradictions
and rot? Why love
when the mere act of
loving constitutes a
state of friction? Does
her hand around his
neck give him no
pleasure? Beauty’s
not only the seer’s
need to be beautiful
is it? If I scorn god
do I scorn whatever
good lurks in humility?
Is this enormous
grief part of the dead
people? Who better
knows the tidings
of stillness? Perhaps
my own happiness
is merely a symptom
of the universe’s not
stopping? Do you
garrote everything you
find uneconomical?
When will the animals
minimize the human
infraction? Is trade
always asymmetrical
like language? Do
evolution’s dictates
apply equally to
technology? How
rare is this unfolding
day? The gentle way
our hearts rebound
into praise? This rot
that commends us
to the root of waking?
The overlap where
I feel you falling into
each toothsome gap?