Question & Answer 3 – Eric Sigler

Question 3

The halogen moon has taught me
to place my tears into two categories:
category A: Wasted Fluid.
category B: Best Occasions.
I’ve wasted most tears when I manage
to confuse the scent of discarded cigarettes
with a general yearning for acceptance.

I know it’s tough, but how tough?

once I had an idea of fate, but I replaced it with
a glowing aura of decisions and consequence. I
managed to embrace the night fundamentally,
and the need for magnetic instances.
all I have left is to imagine
being five again, enamoured in situations where
I could climb a tree or build a fort. Now all my trees
are pruned and all my forts are mortgaged.

exit signs glow much in the same way the moon heralds
an intention to sleep,.
I never take the incentive.
I never take the incentive.
I never take incentives.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

Significant of ease,
…………….I taste a leaf of grass-
atop the tree-topped trees
………..the easy breezes dance-
………………….and bend-
upon my knees- to west and east.
………….The sundial on the compass
………………..rotates by degrees,
………………..and then suspends

in atmospheres that hear
………………..the hum of light
buzzing in the ear-
……………the sum of stars tonight….
………………….One seldom sees
a moon as large and clear-
……………….an infinitely bright
………………..sunlit candlelight
……..held in the hands of the Hesperides….

There is a silver river
……….that tumbles through the stars,
a sea of light that shivers
…………………Venus into Mars,
……………………..and Love-
………..Alive!- to constellate ‘The Lovers’-
……………….as they are as they are-
………………Halogens and Phosphors,
……………………in a crystal jar…

– Eric Sigler

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Question & Answer 2 – Eric Sigler

Question 2

I spent yesterday staring at sand and waiting
waiting waiting
waiting
for it to fill the bottom half
so I could stop talking

and start listening
listening listening
listening
to the other people begging for gold
to wrap around the broken

parts of their fragile
fragile fragile
fragile
memories where indecision has blurred
the lines between family

and all the reasons I still pikatrapp
pikatrapp pikatrapp
pikatrapp
and one day I will talk abut
the stairs, and one day I will break

tradition and not use cheap tricks
tricks tricks
tricks
to avoid the way my head still caves in. Do you understand
Eric? Do you know how to get out

of that repetition?

– Aaron Kent

Answer 2

Nirvana

I spent this morning
……………staring at the sea-
rolling, roiling, breaking,
while mermaids sang to me,
and in their chanting voices
……………………..oscillations
lifted me like feathers
…………………..lift the wind,
and minions of sea horses
………………….rode like stallions-
under, over, water-
………………in waves that have no end…

I spent this morning
………………..staring at the sun,
lighting lightning flashing
through all that I have done,
………………..through all the sadnesses
…………………….I have become-
a mermaid or a feather,
……………….a sea horse on the wind-
and as the hour passes,
………………..I’m derelict of sum,
a vapor in the aether,
sighing ‘singing words’ that have no end

– Eric Sigler

Question & Answer 1 – Eric Sigler

Question 1

‘De Stella nova in pede Serpentarii’

She turned the brightness up for fourty weeks
like a Kepler Supernova multiplied by thirteen
and a bit – rough math. Waiting impatiently for
a new star to arrive, a future for some broken
vase. She was the superglue to put me back
together, the broken parts wound tight in her
womb. I am prepared to be great. In what ways
do you find reasons to kill demons? To find glory?

– Aaron Kent

Answer 1

I stood before the motion of the skies
waited for the sun to wash the stars
from every memory the moments whispered.
Had I not been there once- before all eyes
had seen what others saw- the death of Mars-
the earth he flattened rounded, edges curved,
and Kepler’s ‘Star’ now in the pantheon,
washed up on the shores of Galilee,
giving birth to faith, to light the blind….
New hope would be the essence of ambition
to cast the tides of war into the sea,
and fish into the nets of Cosmic Mind
the parody of peace, the trust of love,
the intimations outward and within,
that some bright star will follow what we see,
that even as we answer, as we move,
we find the outer spaces of emotion-
the human element that’s forged in fire-
the star that stokes this godless funeral pyre.

– Eric Sigler