Poetry Jason Whitmarsh — December 1, 2011 13:57 — 1 Comment
History of Paranoia – Jason Whitmarsh
The self-administered questionnaire meant to identify Martians produces frequent false positives: the English, rural Canadians, anyone raised without a television. Talking horses. False negatives could be happening just as frequently, it’s hard to know. There’s no other way of identifying the Martians, it’s only this take-home exam with the stamped pre-addressed envelope. Most everyone could be a false negative, and eyeing us, and reading our minds, and nightly detentacling. As with other tests designed by this service, and fairy tales, and much of adult life in general, there have been no true positives.
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
I never knew that the word “detentacling” existed. I’m a much happier human knowing that word and reading it in a poem. Especially since it was written by my favorite poet. I’m looking forward to many years and endless lines of poetry from you, Jason . When I am 90 years old I want your poetry nearby. I always want your poetry nearby. Thank you…Love, PJ