William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Sweet Blue Smoke

Let me tell you, it’s no easy thing coaxing these out of the brambles. You’d believe me, if you could see the blood on my arms, and the thorns.

 

Sweet Blue Smoke

Now, let’s say you aren’t here, and that what’s happening to you is what’s happening to everyone, and that they aren’t here either, and that this is togetherness, and that togetherness is another word for solitude, and that solitude is so much like being here that you believe you really are here, and that your belief is enough to make it so, and that all else, which isn’t here either, is, and that seeing this, God, who isn’t here either, is convinced he must be — remembering, all the while, that this belief, powerful as it is, isn’t here either, since no one and nothing else is — and that this, in its grand, poetic entirety, is the sweet blue smoke rising from a fire that really is here, and that your present absence is its everlasting fuel. So much for thoughts, and where they go.

Recently Banned Literature, September 28, 2014

Categories: Everything and Nothing, Recently Banned Literature

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