"For Pleasure And Pain" by Kenton K. Yee

To the physicist and artist, both sides

of the coin are the same: truth-beauty

reduced to particle-waves, images

arranged for pleasure and pain.

Noone knows what’s inside. Spun

or tossed, the coin is coy, only showing

head and tail but never what’s inside.

Degas said he paints not what he sees

but what would make you see, perhaps

a universe where stars are black, black

holes white, Diane Seuss packs the Rose

Bowl, Taylor Swift not even a bookstore

Kenton K. Yee’s recent poems appear (or will soon) in Kenyon Review, Threepenny Review, Cincinnati Review, RHINO, Quarterly West, Plume Poetry, Indianapolis Review, Slipstream, I-70 Review, and Rattle, among others. Kenton writes from Northern California.

Check out Yee's other poem in the pages of the BKR:

"Debts And Carrots" by Kenton K. Yee