these
under arm
aspirations
lime drops
left behind
mildewed overnight
trailing a trace
upon edges
for a cat to gently
rub its nose against
revived
by an almost breath
a wisp of a breeze
faint as a feather
floating neverminded.
In the deep dead spit
an afternoon fills with afterthought
like kites sailing
overlooked
as a storm circles
[and we made the attempt to cast aside our most vulnerable
our most useless
we'd watch ourselves slap the water in an effort to swim
showing such a surprise at how much potential we have to recover
temporarily anyway
remembering how we shredded in the wound
but that's only for awhile
turning away is better
as we float, empty, bottomless...]
You would know so much
about the labyrinths
of a dog
tail between her legs
marking her revenge
on cowarded corners
the foulness of a sparrow’s nest
deserted in the creases of a cubicle
a whorl of butterfly faded colored wings
abandoned upon soggy pavements
the murkiness of wet pigeon feathers
ruffling over guilty reason.
June 27, 2008 at 3:47 am
I like your imagery & use of language. Yes, yes.
June 27, 2008 at 5:12 am
Gorgeous lines here, gorgeous……too many to pick out though the ending is just amazing.
June 27, 2008 at 5:32 pm
i agree. great, very original imagery.
June 28, 2008 at 3:18 am
Tightly controlled this time, inside its whirl of images, beautiful articulation of the ephemral almost there in the beginning opening out into a more concrete but still shifting world. I like this one a lot, it is one of those poems that gets better and better each time you read it, the images interact with each other and give it depth and complexity but it still maintains a real lightness and clarity of tone. Great work, one of your best that I’ve read so far, I think.
June 28, 2008 at 3:40 pm
Thanks guys. Btw Paul, my vacation was great! I saw R.E.M in concert and they were completely amazing! I’m not in love with their new release but they are incredible live.