Fretting
the skylark vignette, thinking
was
it troublesome, I forget?
fragile,
damaged—subterfuge
inserted
through—detachers landing pads
abruptly
fluttersome, this dark dove
of
scarcity…crumbs…and ain’t that so so so so
Sweating
the tough clues, brick
upon
brick, soft at the mortar-side—
flashing
incoherence, representable
detonation—of
scoffed genuflections—
easily
mutable are distractions—but—case
in
pointed point presents the presences of pretension—sweeping through—a haunting
dark—reefs broken by—all the everlasting—
freak
flags glowing—bezerk—ghastly—cruel—but who knows the pick to blame? and ain’t that so so so so
I’ve
dreamt the same dream for decades now,
there
I sat mountain high, observing as
colossal
tides collapse, collide—into the low
craggy
tips, barely breathing—there—above an ocean’s rising floor—draped amongst the plankton
skirts and corral tees— the red, the blues—and there, I realize, I’m more own
worst anemone.
shine shine shine though, sparkly shine—the
party beats still—expectations don’t surrender—must try, must try—then, there—without
trying—a memory—how beautiful the ceiling looked—cloud covering fog below, the light
shards pierce of select wave—It was beyond peaceful, beyond any Eden I could
ever know—ecstasy until….”damn pills said I’d sleep through the night”
…and
attrition reminds me—everything I had purposely ignored— while sleeping under
stardust, coveting whatever the splashing leaves behind—
however
–
neurons
remembered the firing pin—and…and, the words were still there—as if they had
never left—intact—survived—still remained—exactly where last placed—way back
when—on that day—the one you called your independence— as you stood tall upon
that reef, watching the schools swim so so so
