Silent Conversations

Silent Conversations

4/9/09-Concerning events observed on 4/8/09 at the Indianapolis Museum of Art.

Place of stillness

Silent dialogues

An endless chatter

Of musings and mindlessness

Frozen figures

Gazing across the gallery

Speaking in their silent language

A glimpse perhaps

Carefully crafted

Constructed and preserved

Permanently communicating

Across still thick air

Lauded by the Blue Coats

With their ill tension

Gabriel reaches out for David

As I attempt to take him in

Perching momentarily

I panic to murder

An unfortunate spider

That darted between my legs

What could I do,

In a tomb of creation

Where life is shunned

For the preservation

Of silent conversation?

The Psychic Portion

It is a pulsing torrent

Like geysers of sand

Or fountains of tar

Pulling and warping

Like taffy by the machinations

Of a confectioner

Rolling and pulsing

With the feverence

Of an angry Poseidon

As I sort this psychic portion

Restraining in one discontent

The other paranoia--confusion,

These sagging bowls of tiring imbalance

Gated only by resolute-inconstant will

A chemist's logic couldn't conquer it

If I were to express

The first thoughts

Of my marathon mind

Filterless and pure

I doubt a friendly face

Would look me eye to eye

Or confidently step toe to toe

With the psychic portion

In this frame 

I'm a hair breadth from exposure

The only barrier left

Is but a gauzy screen of pretense

That the lightest scratch may tear

So--anxious for the moon

Heralding a wall of sane light

For I can think of nothing less

Than the lunar god to blame