Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The Fair

A curator scolded me for stepping out of queue.
But it was hard to focus with such a long line
of dreadful projects and a mammoth, dark smudge, radiating
from the other side of what used to be a warehouse.

Nothing about a theory on economic stability
through a currency based on the speed of light
grabbed me, nor any of the countless other drudgeries.

I floated about until I came to that colossus in the distance.

An infalsifiablity bell—and an impressive one at that—all big and brass.

Poster board would have done the same work
(but then, where’s the finesse) to show the argument
of a bizarre looking deer that is extinct and was always rare.

Maybe it was just how innocent the creature looked,
but it took me back to when I was a child
and, right down the street from there,
paid a man to play Emperor and dance like a Hare Krishna.

1 comment:

S. Noel said...

i have been super busy lately, not having much time to write/post and read. but i have read what you've posted and i enjoy it thoroughly. i wish more people were still writing.