Personal Dark Matter

Dark matter, dark consequence,
dark knowledge, dark phases
dark torment, dark energy
dark light, endless correlations
dark prey,

filamentous
without color,
unlit universe,
-- all of relics
of my non-existence

Rudiments, eh --
crude, low, rude, primitive,
this is who I am ...
would you destroy me

I relent,
you relent too?
My quest, self-brought test
discovering
what goes wrong?

Can frozen sleep
be an option?
... help yourself,
leave me alone.

Dark extinction, dark distinction

I am only mirror
with one firm thought
in my head...
In this disconnect
I play mad ...

Am I touching, really, really,
touching dark matter?





Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Laundromat

I call this one: Snowy Bleach
by Pat Darnell

I did not know
washing could be so slow

that’s why I throw
everything together

in the Cold \ Cold
washer cycle of love’

no little feat
I use this custom mug

via Zazzle,
bought at Cat-bek dot thug

to measure suds
enough soap flakes to reach

optimum whites
a mug of Snowy Bleach

watch suds cascade
as snow cold cavalcade

buzzing lights
rumbling drums
tumbling flux
gathering glum

a tune by Sade
Diamond Life; Love Deluxe

tufts of fluff on
floor linoleum

door opens up
sparkly eyes lighten mine

hibbidy hi
royal lovely emerged

hubbidy hubb
laundromat zoftig maid

this velvet night
beginning her wash day

bending to fold
surrounded by rolls

of crack quarters
that wealth of labor extols

service my eyes
to desire, but with-hold

certain reserves
till next wash day unfolds

[another impromptu, unsolicited blues song lyric to add to your funnel files] pdnf