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ELIOT KATZ
Breath Is Like the End of Breath
Breath
is like incense-stick smoke––
both trails eventually die off.
The
forest trees are like a giant refrigerator
cooling off the universe.
Bears
are like invisible space aliens
who sneak up when least expected.
Food
is like a thermometer––
best in moderation.
The
president is like a pile of wood chips
burning in anger with a single spark.
Civilization
is like a slab of concrete
wired for unpredictable electricity.
The
internet, like a new motorcycle,
is best driven with helmet & high alert.
Cell
phones are like microwave ovens cooking the ear––
like microwave ovens cooking the ear.
Love
is like fleeting love––
lucky if followed by more fleeting love.
Death
is like a down-filled sleeping bag––
the end of shivering.
All
in all, it's a beautiful world
like the mountain lynx one never quite sees.
[Originally
published in NHS 2008, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs08/Eliot_Katz.htm.]