Poem Not Written in Catalan

motherground:

Of all the things that are not eternal
I deny the patience of water, the divinity of salt, and the
persistence of the spider

I would like to write a suicide note in three and a half languages
and travel south on a Thursday towards
some form of life outside of earth

And although people will think I’m no longer there
I will live in geodesic domes
and count only in numbers below zero

Sometimes when I walk past trees in the city I hear them denying me
Normally this doesn’t bother me but today
I’m not going to take any conspiracies

I deny bodies of water smaller than the Great Lakes
I deny any planet larger than America

I deny the fact that when I kill time, time is actually killing me
I am air, light, sound, all of which I deny
I deny the Buddha, I do not deny the Buddha

An exact copy of my life is being lived three million light years
away
If there’s a way to prove it
If mathematics were the only religion

We are passing an era of turbulence
make sure your seats are in the uptight position

“When we come close to another a certain light ignites”

Love like an arsonist
steals into my life and burns down all my tenements

(In a court of law, love will deny me
and I can’t prove a thing)

– eric gamalinda