Poem of the Week

a self portrait: left-minded - Taylor Walker

i live in technicolor.

my world is loud and organic

but i dream in black and white ; in the night

i see : sine waves in the tiger lillies

angles in the spider webs

tangent lines on spring fruits,

calculated flesh and faith.

here is the problem :

one two three people laugh

but sometimes one two three people are not happy

(people are so difficult to analyze)

i ask myself : what are people

if not equations ?

perhaps the great philosophers

were mathematicians

but i am not a philosopher

and i am fraught to understand these people

whose voices cannot be represented graphically

it is difficult when i am awake, you know.