Art by: Alex Duensing

Emergent poem for what we was–

“L” remains for apples:
lovely apples…

but will you remember:
longing for that train named “bliss”

and watching
it go by?

pause a moment to think
and blink if you’d like

to be…
still

in fact, some letters might remind you
what you were…

as we were moving—
“C” speaking in poems

“W” the winding river,
“suffering” “Identity”

self made to circle
round ideas

like
nothing

going round like nothing
as distant horses go

and you as well: round
together with me

as if you were the part
outside

the one involved in touch
and sensation…

reality…yet also regret
but too the one

who taught me
much about holding earth

and experience
as if it could return

to its original
ecstatic unity

by merely being held…
together

that our hands could suddenly bring
the spring…

denouement
and denudement

like layers or castles falling
lies falling away

you’d casually (or causally) remind me
of essence…

I am not sure
which…

air being so sensual
without the masks

that all we must do is feel
and remember:

the name of the void is “listen”
and “L” is also for your name

plants growing in the lawn’s stead
silently speak

as the day…
just the same.

About the author:

Alex Duensing. Graduate of William Paterson and Columbia? Yes. Ran for St. Petersburg, FL City Council? Yes. Won? No. Stopped Mayan Apocalypse on rooftop with performance art? Yup. Strange but nice fellow? Clearly. Able to create mechanical engines that run completely on the energy a person creates while appreciating a painting? On occasion.