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Alexander Plevka Poem
11/29/2015
Idioma
There is a man with a gun.
His finger taut,
tensed and still,
the intention obvious,
no reason instilled.
Because guns kill people.
Or do people kill people?
I can never remember.
Let's take a look at entropy.
A molecule hits a molecule
hits a molecule and
BOOM - a bomb.
Thousands dead.
More on the way.
But of course that's a bit clumsy,
seeing that entropy's remorse
only marginally taps the
frayed edges of something,
Atomic.
So what stops it?
Science might tell us
Energy.
That’s a bit broad though.
Come back to the man with the gun.
Naturally he's drunk,
and not a man,
an adolescent.
Waving the gun -
the weapon in your face.
He points it at you.
So what do you do?
What can you do?
One might pray
and hope his hand is stayed,
for in the land of entropy learned helplessness breeds
Power.
And the masses will pray and cower.
Some might fight,
or fly,
in instinctual flurry.
But these options are
few and far
too crude for more, sophisticated tastes.
So this sophistication leads us...
Ah, but sophistication sounds so posh.
Let's instead call this
Order.
And so you order,
Yell,
or speak,
rather;
yelling is so harsh.
You speak,
maybe even
whisper.
You don't want to antagonize this
kid
willing to put a hole in you
- you in a hole -
covered by the thoughtlessly certain curtain of
uneasy infinity.
So you,
oh so subdued,
whisper,
Please.
But a simple please
has never gotten
anyone anywhere
worth being,
so you follow up with
a more firm
Stop.
And in his inebriation,
the most powerful
being in your world stumbles
upon a moment
of lucidity.
His finger slips,
sending a .45 caliber
bullet - lead some might call it,
but this is grossly anachronistic -
into your frontal lobe
and out your cerebral cortex.
Enter.
Exit.
An open system.
Because in an entropic world,
Language languishes in its ephemeral rags
and is wasted away by greater things.
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Alexander Plevka Poem
11/19/2015
Ant
Aren’t you a little guy,
always working so hard.
Audacious? No. But strong
and loyal to your queen.
Although, think about this:
Are you ever hungry,
appeasing Antoinette?
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Alexander Plevka Poem
Today I
take the time
to remind.
Remind stones
that they are
not alone.
Remind them
of their names
and their homes.
Remind grass,
soft on the
somber hill.
Remind me
of what is
past and still.
Remind you
of life's short
but sweet thrills.
Today was
and always
will be love.
Flowers to
you, below
and above.
2/16/2016
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Alexander Plevka Poem
(Anacreontic Verse)
11/6/2015
Cold Flight
Cold flight! What ice
finds fierce fire
between paws
of mine crunching
through rough snow
and slush slip
mush mist up
from face and
tail underfoot.
Careful pines
step aside of our
hunt tonight
sky lighted
by lightning
finding prey very
frightened of Life’s
biological
cycle, like the eye
of a rifle
eying my demise
behind traitor pines.
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