by Ryan Nardi

What absurdity!
these phenomena,
these soft machines
that sell and toss their seeds
at random; dice are thrown
and these things with two feet
and eyes too hungry--
bigger than their stomachs--
come out of their stomachs
groomed to feed.

Others close away their needs
and abstain from finding out
how love or violence and genes
makes strange machines,
mostly by accindent
while aiming for the sheets.


Posted on 04/22/2009
Copyright © 2023 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/22/09 at 03:15 AM

Awesome. I really like what you've done here.

Posted by George Hoerner on 04/22/09 at 01:25 PM

Great write Ryan!! I really enjoyed this piece. We know our eyes are too big for our stomachs and at times our minds are too big for our psyches or visa versa.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/02/09 at 02:31 PM

I still marvel how words, which are practitioners of anarchy at best, should come together like these to affect and sock us where we live and breathe.

Posted by Linda Fuller on 07/07/22 at 07:15 PM

Absurd indeed! Have a new take on this in these dark times.

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