BAKHTIN TELLS THE HOUR OF THE STAR

For one has a right to shout, and if we detach ourselves
completely from this impulse all we have left
is the naked corpse of the word,
because what is fully mature is very close to rotting
and every word is directed towards an answer.
So I am shouting, for surely words are actions?
besides, I know about certain things simply by living:
all objects are from one side highlighted while
from the other side dimmed,
and their rhythm is frequently discordant.
This is opaque material and by its nature it is despised by everyone.
The word is born in dialogue as a living rejoinder within it,
exclusively in the present because forever and eternally
it is the day of today.

COLONY COLLAPSE

We woke up today to an environment
in past tense
bees falling from the sky with
pictures of what things were like then
before plastic palms hiding metal skeletons disrupted communication
or maybe it was something in the food?
When we are constantly producing and re-presenting
with voices tinted red and violent
screaming past each other
without a glance backwards
we will never forget our selves.

Under the blanket of night
we stole secrets, glances, feelings of
how your eyes settled so sweetly in mine
followed by lips and whispers of
hatred for lies and other untold dreams.
But like those who came before us
we found that the weight of regret only hangs
heavily on necks overprotected
and passionless, that occupying hearts
if only for a short time
liberates our desires from the stranglehold of time.