Constellation / Rorschach

The vanity of imposing reason

on the universe of personal events

is another form of tyranny.

Research, all dressed up in labs & grants,

gives an absolute stranger a familiar face.

Say Orion & his belt

& seven drunken sisters

are Russian, put vodka in the dippers.

Say anyone’s missing father

can be found in a double-breasted blazer,

if you happen to be looking

through palm trees in Florida.

How interesting.

How about that Kant

holding up his socks

with wire gadgets & springs in pockets?

Mind cajoles Cordelia into her heart

on her sleeve if not in her mouth,

or Lear in the mazes of the spirit

in the black desert sky.

Filter in St. Sebastian, walking target,

magnetize the hyphenated stars

into a shower of arrows

& Orion could still be

a quarterback bullet-passing poems.

How charming that truth arrives

more or less than its description.