A Pair of Poems

Oftentimes, I am unsure of objectivity...personal significance or resonating universal tenor?

I hope the latter.

Forthwith...


Theory

boom

Tears feel so large and good and alive on the face...

Can't live in them, nor swim away.

I'd rather the sea compress on me than

stand on land

with an ocean of kind weight on the cheek

only

that

is sadness a womb?

So comforting in its warm, wet hug?

An amnioexocentrotopic baptismo-bag,
intoxicating, passionating, medicating,

yet,

masticating, acidating, eating away, eating away, still,

to be borne?

More?

or less?

a blister—still painful dry wound when
pressure's broke,

fluid

gone.

Heals.

No!

don't feel, zip it up—
forget the healy-feelies
return to the high!
get the healy-feelies
return to the “Hi”


explosion/
decompression
expansion..............
.................................bo

om



--Marty Kummetz

--2007 (proceeding o/o Journal-angst of '96)



‘Til Now

For Eckhart Tolle


Tears have become
A sea of living water.
By Love’s light I see my face,
So good, know what to do…
In a week I’ll see you.

--Marty Kummetz
--2007