Chemistry. Comedy.

Robert Ronnow
The Imaginary i

Chemistry. Comedy.

The line between poetry and prose is long
in the face of eternity and the abyss. Humor
is the only remedy and every tragedy’s
a comedy from the distance of deep space
where there is no chemistry. Here, however,
there is a lot of chemistry, pushing and shoving,
walking in straight lines and amazingly avoiding
bumping, and some sexual touching, in the crowded
crosswalks. We say biomass but we mean asshole.
Also, answer me this: Can a meter-making argument
appear from nothingness, purposelessness, just
cold by hiphopping from rhyme to rhyme, or by
kayaking to the huckleberries in the dark times?
There is always weather, flowering or snow falling,
for any weather is better than no weather at all.