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After Party

We were all there
gathered in the bar
some of us dancing
all of us drinking it in—
the high of the past two days—
that Festival of Dangerous Ideas
making it possible
for us to meet in public
for the first time
even though you seemed familiar
as my favorite pair of jeans
and when it was time to part
you insisted on walking me
to my hotel which was not far
and not far enough
because somehow our arms
became linked as we walked
and I didn’t want to disconnect
from your warmth
and your smell—
and when you pulled me into you
under the neon NO VACANCY sign
I heard you whisper
What do we do now?
and I reminded you
that you were married—
and you reminded me
that I was too,
and by that time
it started to rain with a kind of
fervor that felt like a blessing
from one of those forgotten gods
who still had something to prove.

DeMaris Gaunt
11-1-16

Glitch

“My god”
was never something I said
when something shocked
or amazed or angered me—
back when I believed
in that thing which was once
at the center of my imagination—
that thing I thought
had the power to crush me
with an intelligence
I was too stupid to understand.

“My god.”
Still, it’s something I’ll never say—
for different reasons now.
The fear of punishment
for taking the lord’s name in vain
is as potent as the fires of hell—
which means there’s no power
in that phrase and no power
in that awful place
that exists only in the imaginary
glitches of our intelligent minds.

 

DeMaris Gaunt
5-17-16

 

Inventions

Gods.
Stories.
Paper.
The printing press.
But long before
machines
there was the wheel
and all those tools
born in fire.
Sharp things first
then bullets and coins—
two devices
with a kind of power
to separate life
from the living
almost as completely
as those pesky
fairy-tales
that insist
they are real
and resist amputation.
And even though
some of our
best inventions—
like razor blades
and scissors
could easily cut out
the offending pages
of history
there’s still no technology
to boost common sense
or to exorcise
that common belief
that we are not
the creators of
every single one
of our capricious
gods.

 

DeMaris Gaunt
2-9-15

Little Boy, Casualty of War – I Won’t Forget You

Oh humans—
what have we done

It was never enough
for us to eat
and love
and admire

We had to take
and own

We had to create gods
that could give us
authority to kill

We even turned
the wheel
into something
nefarious—
spinning forever
out of our complete
control

 

DeMaris Gaunt
12-30-15

 

 

This Wind

A fearsome thing it is today,
this wind.
Hardly a break between the gusts,
and when it takes a breath
even the calm seems to whistle
an eerie tune.
No wonder the gods were born
in its lungs
during all that time
we spent in caves
before bricks and mortar,
and before Aristotle
began in earnest
to understand everything
he didn’t.
There was no question then
that the wind was a mind, alive.
But now, at least,
we know it has no intention
to rip off the shingles, or make us afraid.
No sacrifice of virgins required
to appease it.
It will leave us alone,
like the gods, soon enough.

 

DeMaris Gaunt
11-24-14