Logic was invented to serve as a capsule casing
For the mental drugs, people’s opinions, people’s beliefs, what
people imbibe to survive
The daily crusades and murders of their daily lives.
But before I continue, I deviate to remember
In Rio Freddo, Italy a fireplace larger than each
Of the other walls in the house. Cheese and gourds
Were hung on its hearth. The bricks were mutiple variations
Of browns and of whites, ivory and many other whites.
It was summer and the skiers were away in rolled up shirt sleeve
And were carpenters preparing woodwork shaped to others’ commands.
Old-fashioned Chianti bottle in wicker containers hung on nails
Above the tiny specks of ashes left from winter’s burnt wood.
Now, I don’t remember what I started to write. Logic is a hallucinogen.
Duane Locke lives in Tampa, Florida near anhinga, gallinules, raccoons, alligators, etc. He has published 6,640 poems, includes 29 books of poems. His latest book publication, April 2012, Is DUANE LOCKE, THE FIRST DECADE, 1968-1978, BITTER OLEANDER PRESS. This book is a republication Of his first eleven books, contains 333 pages. Order from http://www.bitteroleander.com/releases.html, Or Amazon.