f(x)

f(x)

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Have some fun.
Presentation of self.
Afterlife functional illusion.


If your memories don't heart attack or cancer out
or from traffic accident
who will effortlessly flush them out?


You must give yourself to man
be more selfless.
Do one thing well. Flute.


History final. F is for fiction.
Nature's philosophical partner
afraid, affectionate, forceful, confused!


Within a tradition, fine to know what you're doing.
Polka dots and moonbeams. I'm old fashioned.
Noh, opera, film.


File with business cards.
What's the offer?
Free marketing. Unusual reflections.


Why fight fires, floods?
Hurricanes and other acts of the Father. As for man's
fate, what has this to do with the temperamental, fragile self.


Power failure
just as we were fixing dinner.
The white egret ate fish after fish, one then another then another,
      forever . . . .

© 2019 Robert Ronnow


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Added on December 24, 2014
Last Updated on December 7, 2019
Tags: Afraid, Afterlife, Confused, Egret, Failure, Fashion, Fate, Father, Fiction, Fight, File, Film, Final, Fire, Fish, Flood, Flute, Force, Forever, Fragile, Free, Fun, Offer, Opera, Philosophical, Self

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