Aaron Belz (Los Angeles, USA): Two Poems
FAMOUS
This morning the universe
divulged its secret:
“There is no huggy bear.”
Then the universe
sat for a moment
as if in deep thought.
“Rather, huggy bear
is ill and about to die.”
The universe stood up
and shrugged.
“I guess you just do
the best you can, right?”
No, I thought.
That can’t be right.
There must be a back door
to get out of this place.
Then I developed
kaleidoscopic vision.
Everything became
multiplied and divided,
and it was slowly turning.
This must be how
Bono
sees the world, I thought.
SHE TAUGHT US
To avoid certain phrases, such as “like the plague,”
but how desperately were we to avoid them?
She had deprived herself of a way to express this.
“O bubonic plague, bubonic, bubonic. Nothing else
is as bubonic as you!” began one of my essays,
for nothing was, until you came along, my dear.
You proved even more bubonic than the plague,
so I avoided you like the blague—that is to say,
like the joke, trick, or blunder. It’s a French word.
This morning the universe
divulged its secret:
“There is no huggy bear.”
Then the universe
sat for a moment
as if in deep thought.
“Rather, huggy bear
is ill and about to die.”
The universe stood up
and shrugged.
“I guess you just do
the best you can, right?”
No, I thought.
That can’t be right.
There must be a back door
to get out of this place.
Then I developed
kaleidoscopic vision.
Everything became
multiplied and divided,
and it was slowly turning.
This must be how
Bono
sees the world, I thought.
SHE TAUGHT US
To avoid certain phrases, such as “like the plague,”
but how desperately were we to avoid them?
She had deprived herself of a way to express this.
“O bubonic plague, bubonic, bubonic. Nothing else
is as bubonic as you!” began one of my essays,
for nothing was, until you came along, my dear.
You proved even more bubonic than the plague,
so I avoided you like the blague—that is to say,
like the joke, trick, or blunder. It’s a French word.
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