Three Poems

by Rob McCarthy


My Argument with Ontology


Heavily it bulks: here, body, resuming

its troubled extension, suet spillage;

resuming, too, its rococo medley

of belly sounds, of voiced surds. Just so much

tissue and bellows and sluicing pump.

 

Comic, this flesh, the mind’s clogged, curdled vesture.

The soul’s fat-suit, and guess on whom the joke is,

vitals trumpeting their finalés, pong-

light haloing the flesh adventurer’s

penultimate disaster, the panting

road-kill ever rising from its puddle, still,

always, thumb out for one more ride.

The Cretan Truther


Aporiae line the Appian Way:

logical knots, stations of the double-cross.

Imagine a plantation

of rickety ratiocination;

a forest of crucifixions, from whose bars

and spars dingle-dangle Cretan liars

and excluded middles.

 

There’s no disaster can’t be turned into

piastres.

And, as some wise head has

somewhere said, never let a crisis

go to waste. Nothing there is

that can’t be, in the bleary twinkling

of an eye, disproven. Or proven

once again, if needs must be.

 

Memory is malleable.

Right and wrong? Nothing more than

the nether ends

of a locally locatable

wormhole;

a crease in time and space

where all your sins have been erased.

                        And I? Why, I

am with you always, dear brethren,

even unto the end,--

howsomever intensely

and with malice aforethought

you might have been wishing me

dead.

Scriblerus


Heart-sore with heart-ache. O our wee broken

hearts, our mimical, inimical

cardiac cases, unresolved

by the faults in our stars, by karma,

by inevitability, or by the

fury of retributive

injustice, the damned spot that keeps

leaving traces, no sooner wiped

clear than again will out, restored

like some indelible scribble

but word-perfect at Medusa’s Table,

marmoreal, each epitaph

having found its proper tone;

engraved each dead letter,

turning the whole of it,

all suddenly,

 to stone.




BIO: Robert McCarthy is a writer living in New York City. His work has been published in Orbis, The Alchemy Spoon, IceFloe Press, The Storms, and others. Robert taught English Lit at Rutgers University, and has been Scientific Director at Medcape, a website facilitating the continuing education of physicians.

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