Andrew Cyril Macdonald


An innocence found

Logic pervades enigma, sharpens soft derision
the fourth step of argument performs.

This division is its own procedure—dead yet
quick to relieve from vested rootings.
It is easy pursuance such hope understood us
trusting echoes out-performing shod
gods their deviations in phrases that outlast them.

Now aside unmentioned is some new one elating
what will become if a stand-in now
controls us.  The sing-song tension all over denies
that we choose it out, contemplation
deflating with egos pierced of madness invected.

Its phrasing our echoes take centuries to come with
that we count this sad retribution.



Post mortem

Brought flowers cover the cost of the thrill here precluding;
an endeavour to the nose up-kept

of aromas permitted stenches love eludes with.
Ours is not a host then but what these

moments along make—sad instants of flesh voluted.
Each placates emblematics of freedom

and what conscious struggle surrounds a drowned light dancing.
The pang of conjecture around us surmises.

It takes from what left us soft compositions gladdened
the sad hearts you sheltered as parent who

obtained in the raptures of mocked warnings it should come with
what if not then disease, contagion

the fraught errors of life’s abundance we lived for as petals
their colours announced it fragile in

their condition premises undress them along the 
fad intention of quick fix to a

loneliness among configurations that quit of
the drabness that’s living too softened.



That justice fidelity prescribes

Twinned bodies proclaim untamed notions of death that
depreciate the fulcrum life balanced with.  Now

lying as such next to next, a kin spirit denounces
philosophies of our paralleled lives the 

tripped light fantastic memory effaced with
so that each to each strangers should seem

under a limited spectrum truth presents us 
to tell what of it the mutual torsion.

It’s a short tale noted of interest 
save for the discrimination a corrupted process

—trial by error and slick eliminated—till the found one

so easily seduces.  How a theory of exits 
necessitates our frequent obliging 

(of taste tests and conversation) the outlay and shift
only produces as regret, mishap and cued transgression.

Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and Other and the challenges that occur in moments of injustice. He is founding editor of Version (9) Magazine, a poetry journal that implicates all things theoretic. You can find his words in such places as A Long Story Short, BlazeVOX, Cavity Magazine, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry, Lothlorien, Nauseated Drive, ODD Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, Unlikely Stories and more. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.

 
 

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