This is an oldie from 2011 that came back to me on a very Stanislaw Lem day. People in streets. Friends in danger. A phone ringing over and over. Unanswered. This surreal daily affront of our souls is, as my father used to say about bad art, “offensive to the eye.”
Sorry that I’ve been quiet. A lotta life.
Patrick O’Leary
Ps: This poem is not included in my new collection which comes out in a April 22, 2025.