Published in Cathexis Northwest Press, Jan.2022 with a recording of the poem.
Loki Ponders Viennese Wisdom
Loki briefly skims
the paperback (meme-bright) Freud, but even
with that he begins an after-dinner chat.
Loki swims in said chatter
to map the Id to the root Mind -
the Pristine Primordial consciousness.
The coke-conflicted patriarch declines,
looking into humanity
through his sugar-addictions.
Loki’s concluded the Sachertorte
needs must be seasoned by,
oh, I don’t know, mama ayahuasca?
But Loki just looks for laughs
as though a chuckle could replace
the wave’s hunger to be the sea.
(On a more serious note,
Loki can’t find the melody anymore.
He’s unaware he and Freud are in assisted living.)
So, let’s say on today’s table, neither myths nor dreams
hold valid keywords; data upstages lore.
Both are jailed in the escape of all search engines.
So, the engineers are free to fall asleep,
dazed in hunger’s satiation,
glazed with a small bit of synecdoche.
So, in creation’s borderland we see what we are,
the cosmic dissociative identity disorder;
brandy and cigars.
Blinding, winding, out on a limb, what for?
Loki and Sigmund sittin’ in a tree…
Even business for monkeys is metaphor.
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