14-07-18
f you look at the swift, all you see is movement.
The futurists realized this.
Unfortunately, the machine gutted the youth, even to this day
the planes fall from the sky.
We’ll figure out who did it. But in the end.
Perhaps another coffee. I thought I remembered.
Intelligence is the absence of something that might otherwise pass for good manners.
It is a subtle art to both find the bombs and compliment the chef.
It is increasingly difficult to both feast and famine.
The castle looms. But it is misted by veils and lawn sprinklers.
We pierced the veils, but the sprinklers caught us by surprise.
A change of clothes; at least it was hot.
I recall, vaguely, my best friend –at the time.
He had a t-shirt, and a future.
Only the arts could truly bind the randomness.
A bond was issued, and –to a certain degree –it matured.
He did, too.
As well as maintaining his boyish charm amidst the odd jobs that afforded the palace.
The swifts and swallows take a ferry to the castle.
They are too impatient to wait for the driver-less monorail.
Those who haven’t seen it, ridden it to the apex, can tend to deny its existence.
While others elaborate its glory in ways that justify the cynicism of the inexperienced. Upon
arrival at the castle, the guests were offered a beverage.
Having earned the privilege of deference by virtue of distance, they were at pains to
accommodate the offerings.
In the end, the day of departure arrived.
The skyscrapers remained, and the discount malls.
Another sale would grace the path of the tourists, but not of the departed.
No shoes were quite appropriate for that breathless path.
The air was thin.
And yet, the birds maintained confidence that each beating would be rewarded with a glide. The
elevation supported their aspiration to fall gracefully, arms outstretched, informed by the impact
that arms are not wings, they struggled to save.
But the opportunities smothered them.
It was too difficult to access constraints.
Time only moved in one direction.
Luckily, the driver-less monorail moved in a circle, eventually.
Sure, there was a map, but it was folded incorrectly.
The perfect is the enemy of the done.
Somehow, they progressed, despite their intelligence and the cruelty it afforded.
Brutality has its benefits. But the arc of history bends towards justice.
Sometimes the pinball machine tilts.
You have to apply a bit of English to win the free game, but not too much.
Only the driver-less monorail knows for sure.
If you reverse the shuffle sequence, each tilt will seem inevitable, but not to be confused with
avoidable.
Inside the castle, the tea got cold.
Gracious acceptance yielded to an impersonation of the swallows and swifts, or at least longing
for such.
On the topic of suchness, both species were silent.
The student quickly grew impatient, ripping the handle off the faucet, apologizing to the
additional information.
Intelligence is a question grounded in place.
Sure, you can find truffles now, but that doesn’t mean that you should buy them.
Soon, the baby will be due; soon enough.
I have met a real artist, eaten a real ice cream.
For this we must be thankful–both first and last breath realize this.
Maybe not two ice creams, but
A sip of ginger ale after crawling through the desert of your own good.
For Robert DeLuca, Biagia DeLuca, Michaelangelo A. DeLuca, Anthony DeLuca, Maria DeLuca,
Charles DeLuca, Bertha Topkis DeLuca, Stephen DeLuca