Equanimity

Moonlight is cold and it tears your 

equanimity 

Tears it to shreds 

to biddy quark pieces 

Just like a love song 

Just like an outpour

Of irrationality 

Fragrant releases of compulsion 

Coming in splashes and rushes 

They turn on and teem

Twice as wetly

As the fountain or the geyser 

Or the duck pond 

Or the stream 

What does it logos 

What does it cork 

What is the purpose 

How does it work 

Moonlight and love songs 

Seduction and roses 

Everything big bangs 

And creates a new universe

Spuggies and chuddy

And bags of drowned kittens 

Orgasms and Tarmac 

And whiskers on mittens

Ridicule is a snowball

Which pelts down my back

Is there something immeasurable 

In our love of the lack? 

summer 2017 

artwork by irina savina