Robert Ronnow
The Imaginary i
Chemistry. Comedy.
The line between poetry and prose
is long. Every tragedy’s a comedy
from the distance of intergalactic space
where there is no chemistry. Here, however,
there is a lot of chemistry, pushing
and shoving, some sexual touching,
walking in straight lines and amazingly
avoiding bumping in the crowded crosswalks.
We say biomass but we mean assholes.
Also, answer me this: Can a meter-
making argument appear from nothing,
hiphopping from rhyme to rhyme or kayaking
to the huckleberries in the dark times,
not knowing or caring there’s no there there?
Copyright 2024 Robert Ronnow.