Ontology Kissed
I have not wasted my life. The subtle
Interference, filled with risk and bad
Feelings, was made to sail across.
It is a weird admixture, the pretense
Of valor, oh, should I call it mechanical,
Or should I wait here, the skin over
My being now healed? The world is
Angular. The world is covered in a
Softness. The dark soil is lit by a
Nine-light chandelier. I have planted
My suffering and left it. I trade my hope
For an expression of stars. The plants
Sing a ballad in the mud after a snow.
One piano teaches something to another.
Generation X
I don't care what you think,
And if you think
The way I live my life
Is a travesty.
I don't care if my rebellion
Takes its form
Alive in the sprouting grass.
I don't care
If my prayers go unanswered,
I really don't,
And it's up to me to pray them
Anyway.
I don't care much for glitter
Anymore, or for arrogance,
Or for anything that isn't
A middle ground.
So sue me! You won't get
Much, but I'll pay you
Anyway, and you can use
The money to buy the cigarettes
I can no longer afford,
Crawl off somewhere,
Where I'll be waiting for you
With a cup of powdered soup
That we both can share
And laugh about how this
All was so stupid,
Pointless, and how in the end,
No one is an enemy
And only the forces around us are.
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Noelle Kocot is the author of five books of poetry, two from Four Way Books, and three from Wave Books, most recently, The Bigger World. She is also the author of a discography, Damon's Room, from Wave. A book of her translations of the poet Tristan Corbiere will be out October 1 from Wave as well. She has won numerous awards for her work, including those from The American Poetry Review, The Academy of American Poets, The Fund for Poetry and The National Endowment for the Arts. Born and raised in Brooklyn, she now lives in New Jersey.





