Tipton Poetry Journal – Spring 2022
Ice Cream Pie Thomas Piekarski 1. If it's nothing to you it's nothing. If it's nothing to me it's everything. Nothing plus everything nets entropy. Entropy minus eternity equals self. Diurnal excursions included. Nocturnal incisions blind. Whims make final decisions. Maritime dreams exercised. Rationalization bleeds nations. International the pandemonium. Pain rendered superfluous. Every resurrection a death. Death polices death. Life packed in ice. Saints marching in. Open the pearly gates. 2. It skims the mind’s universe, a tiny mote of remembrance that sails indefinitely through fields of genetic telepathy from one generation to next cancelling wrote conclusions science has formerly verified to homo sapiens conjoined with love hate and wonder. Piercing lucent membranes on the way to nature's temple flora man and animal spawn injecting mutable cadences that defy both time and space replacing what is and isn’t
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