Ross B. Stager


One & Another’s Thoughts on Real Objective Calculus

                               The concept
                in the question
                                              hides itself.

Where are
                you, good words,
                                              so I may
                               curse the vulgarity
                               of bad logic.

                The language
                               my vocabulary
is housed in
                has no public
                               persona,
                cannot
                               be scruted
for integrity
                beyond
                                              the politics
                of these poems here,
                                              must be seen
as equal parts
                               private &
                                                    performance,
& 100% learned,
equal parts
                         ear for
                musical cadence
                                              &
                                                     verisimilitude
                                        of character
& 100% internalized discipline,
equal parts
                     light & shadow
                               psyche & logos
                identity & quantification,
& 100% arithmetic,
equal parts
                        warmth
                   of the summer
                                                 sun & late-stage
                                                             hypothermia
                               of our collective sense
                                                                            of mind
& 100% libertarian.

                                              Place that
                                                                            sturdy ladder
                                                                   over there now & I’ll
                                                             hold firm the edge
                                                                                           of these convictions
                                                                            of the existence
                                                             of differences between
                                              the image
                and reference
                               and happily urge you to start climbing meaning.



What Is God?

                               Like
                mopping
the floor
                with dirty
                               chicken
                grease
or singing
                               a song
                a capella
with no
                lyrics,
                               we try
to walk around
calculating
                       immeasurables.
Please,
                tell me what
                               outer space
                                              smells like.



Ross B. Stager has a couple poems coming out in future editions of Inner Sins e-zine, has a blogsite where he workshops select writing projects ( RossStagerCreations.com), and is easily accessible on Twitter with the handle @RossStager.
 
 
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