A Contraption Made of Words for Making
Your Own Emotion in Life

What I want could be a contraption
(made of words) for making
your own emotion in life. You do this.
You make your own emotion.

It could be pellucid as a glass phial,
or mystical as an inscape of wings.
I am not fussy, nor think this
reductive dichotomy too meaningful.

What I get instead of what I want,
yes, is to be the neo-Rimbaud
whom it would seem has now bought
and sold a share in silence, white.

The headspace I have been through
is the most interesting in terms
of timbre tenor tone texture tense
timing tensility tenderness since I’ve

dreamed of a forbidden fifth
brain wave category, off the map, knowing
brain waves are angels here and
there are said to be only four types.

At the top of a mountain in a dream
in Italy I saw the contraption around
which we had gathered collapse
and transmit its emotive impact.

I would say it was like a child bursting
into tears, when tears break forth from their
tiny, blue chains and shatter from
your eyes but it was happiness.

The sunset was putting its giant
spliff out in the sea in the background
as the poets stood atop the Italian mnt
regarding the collapse of the contraption.

It’s possible in dreams to make it across
the ocean using only a contraption
you dream up as you go along -
just jump off the cliff like a lemming.

John F B Tucker

If you have any thoughts about this poem, John F B Tucker  would be pleased to hear them