blog

thoughts

poems

2010s

2000s

1990s

1980s

1970s

publications


dreams

recordings

verse


books

reading list

wishlist


photos

gallery


genealogy

short tree

long tree


lagniappe

mmorpg:
Kaosmos Tunebane

mud:
Chameleon's Coed
Supper Club

DarwinTunes

web memes
linkblog


Shards



                        I

I want to teach the dead who live
to wait to die, or try.

The worst moment
was when I first said
"what I was looking for was"
rather than "what I'm looking for is."

Now of an age to drift away from fiction
and its purple promises of possibility
(as one's own possibilities narrow and harden),
the narrative instinct (or the instinct for narrative),
shifting toward the feigned certainty and clarity of non-
fiction, the free association and interiority of poetry.


                        II

Discovering or deciding where you stand
should not be a sentence to never move
from that spot again.

The worst thing was when I first wondered
what is behind what is behind things.
After that, I could either embrace lies
or break my life on shards of truth.

I am already tired
of seeing nothing in front of me.
And so weary of looking back.

Live, and hope you don't regret the memory
more than you liked the moment.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.