Ohm’s Law

Deserves to be disobeyed, recalling torture:
Sisyphus rolling backward against tomorrows,
Odysseus forward, mast-bound, haunted
By shattered, shunted, aching noises.

World dawns its pages just for us,
Just for us we jest and jape
Mocked by the sing-song swirl of days,
Ruled by its maelstrom, whirlpool dreams.

Brazen light each imagines
Illumines grief and hope in halves,
Vibrating with constant motion
Just for us, for us

We howl back at the howling gale,
Ponder the abyss between light and:
How strong the hum, such fickle ploys,
Our only constant becomes white noise.

Street scene (May 15)

In unison they commence
this daily waltz, slowly
lured in by some silent magnet
to this well-trod dance.

What physics can explain this
daybreak convergence,
exponential congregation of
flapping legs and masked faces:

eyes forward, never turning
once to see beyond their spheres,
lonely atoms blind to their
bonds drawn only onwards

as if once locked in this
steel capsule, only for one moment
they might turn off the world,
shelter within internal monologue

before sun-muted, at once day is
rewinding? Magician-quick it
folds away, replaces its pieces
in position for tomorrow’s encore.