9

past the grey maybe,
a natural curve that does not want
to be fought - let it slip through psyche,
a needle-less thread-easy
out in and out round body its singular
output sublime through and through you
in yet not in me - heart - recurring
grainy and
feminine.

grace dips its soft force and I ride
my own slope still and yet,

when it crests,
if its wave
of anguish disengages from ebb and flow
- if it locks in freeze frame, stiff - I will break
for it.

Swollen postulate before gap
resonance where questions surf and skate - if it stays
there, I will not
linger to argue the veracity of yielding.

not aloud, unmoved, reused, cycled over
cast back ground between forming form itself.

humanity.
absurdity.

atoms crashing, billiard balls
bouncing molecules off each to each in a men's
club where there's much talk about women
without talking about us at all.

persist gently.

specific vibration - a tone assigned to every bone in my spine
and when aligned, I am attuned. smoke cobra rising to fill and disperse -
for place in distance, it takes my shape.

not insensitive;
I have just quit feeling.

female male fee I pay for being
unmoved by the performance
of well developed characters,
conversant, observant,
thoughtlessful without
deep occurrence -
small sleeping fiber forgotten
its purpose.

weary.

a guiding star -
event horizon -
planes and shadows at certain distance,
a guiding force risen on laughter at crowds
and their pleasers and pleasures
and rigid ideas like
North.

air tight logic solid arguments with the unknown,
for the certainty in a tome, while
the All carries on - illiterate - prolific - beatific.

oblivious.
clear.

instruments of winter -
the cold itself needs sleep, originates
in bone, travels out
oval-ing, resplendent lassitude. long
fibers unresponsive
but supple, so suggestive - dynamic flow,
upended prayer spill of words absorbed
by earth - by bucket and shovel, there,
excavation caves in and levels
with
me.

unclaimed memories - ghost's wandering
redubbed, rebooted meaning underfoot
never the same river, walking on water ...
meaning? no longer sure what it means.
still, it wants repetition
just beyond word. pressed flesh speaks
green golden 'til spirit grows immune to the
shindig where skin digs in, exerting its half life
elastic. .

resist.

unable to detect the scent of my
own skin - yours - but it's all the air I breathe
just now.

completion.

repentance
for the unfinished overflowing
boxes and unplaced cinderblocks that fill with cobwebs now long
left abandoned to home hollow corpses
of flight.

transposed amidst broken battles, a clutch convoluted - all pipes and
machines w/ no trace of efficacy in daylight. I hear them in devoid
hours - hours made devoid by our ineptitude - I can't
save the new moon from losing
its elsewhere shine - I am mesmerized
at my own discomfort with hope.

dreams come,
observe me with indulgent disdain, for they
persist, if not prevail. They stay.
they stay, yearning, and on occasion my lips part in
proffered explanation
that flattens - catches,

halts.

atoned.

absolved.