I can’t think of a thing not to say
the harsh sounds
rip out my throat. ( hoarse gallop)
hazel irises with rusty Saturn rings
surround the pupils
to the unobservant
an eye. ( chameleon guise)
Hearing is silence
in listening
watching the body move. ( sub~language)
Eating words
that fly like missiles
into heart meat. (die, die, my darling)
Softly step
in and among
the lives of all of us. ( fingers and thumbs)
Do not speak afterwards
of the technicalities
in sky high memories. (the horror)
The water flows
crisp, clean, clear
from the tap. ( plumb the depths)
Candles are lit
on restaurant tables
for romantic ambiance. ( emergency)
Looking straight ahead
out the windshield
maintaining equilibrium. (sickly sweet)
The weather vane
spins about
when the wind blows. (history)