I remember how I
scraped your knuckles on the rough sand
wall on purpose, and made you cry.
scraped your knuckles on the rough sand
wall on purpose, and made you cry.
I remember admiringly how
your fists flew like an angry flock of birds
in a flurry of raw skin and sobbing, and
how, every time I captured one of them, your
despair would multiply.
wheels skipping
unlikely gait that lines the road with prints
cowers, scared of being followed.
two and two give away easily that timid instant
wheels slicing wet leaves through those feet
they stand aching
sinking calmly into mud
swoop, over easy, cleary laughing.
what kind of day?
crippled by the expanse of water
photographed sentimental history submerged
just out of reach from surface
ruined with that first foot in the lake.
girlfriend took flying lessons for one day, that day, eager at
the suggestion
and now clears the wooded hill, the lake,
the photograph and all the damage
easily
easily
what kind of day?
crippled by the expanse of water
photographed sentimental history submerged
just out of reach from surface
ruined with that first foot in the lake.
girlfriend took flying lessons for one day, that day, eager at
the suggestion
and now clears the wooded hill, the lake,
the photograph and all the damage
easily
easily
an entire occasion merely imagined,
all this flailing of arm and leg.
and the hot coal at the top of the lungs is blinding.
feel the cooling water enter and appease
photographs and papers in an insulting blend of pulp, film and sludge to wade through.
quickly dismissing, as useless.
the waking second cracks.
runs down the block and up,
ripping the new cloud. even a rip so great
and still nobody notices.
runs down the block and up,
ripping the new cloud. even a rip so great
and still nobody notices.
but there it is,
splintering a crack in the startled eyelid.
ripping blindness rain down
your vein to the end of the block.
the new cloud, slit and apart
from both ends, flooding morning.
I remember how the trees were all flattened
and ground to a paste.
I peeled it off the ground once it was dry and
wrapped it round my aching thighs. it burned
acidic anger.
and now I don't walk, but instead run a kind of lurch,
the way my mind races but will always lose.
Now, I am trying to remember, how to fall.
