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it's late and the first thing i hear is the clock's bell ringing for each hour like a stab wound smelling like salt and New York Harbor as if i were a navyman like him but silence washes over the room in a wave and in its undertow the sands of my father are left behind if my father was a poet he'd love all the white space his room is a short poem, then-- an archipelago, each island a monolith: near the navy clock (born from saltwater and teenage dreams) a dresser that could tell stories of wooden teeth and Blackbeard then another, even heavier and dripping with ancient handiwork--Marie Antoinette ate cake off it a tv crowns it, almost aggressively simple, burying history under Technicolor a rug kneels in front of Marie & her crown geometric paradise in brown and white emptiness otherwise, just white walls (comfortably clinical) and no extra space used (except for the bed-- large, a remnant of divorce) and then, once again, i smell the sea as the clock strikes something or maybe something-thirty
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Wooden Teeth (in technicolor)
it's late and the first thing i hear is the clock's bell ringing for each hour like a stab wound smelling like salt and New York Harbor as if i were a navyman like him but silence washes over the room in a wave and in its undertow the sands of my father are left behind if my father was a poet he'd love all the white space his room is a short poem, then-- an archipelago, each island a monolith: near the navy clock (born from saltwater and teenage dreams) a dresser that could tell stories of wooden teeth and Blackbeard then another, even heavier and dripping with ancient handiwork--Marie Antoinette ate cake off it a tv crowns it, almost aggressively simple, burying history under Technicolor a rug kneels in front of Marie & her crown geometric paradise in brown and white emptiness otherwise, just white walls (comfortably clinical) and no extra space used (except for the bed-- large, a remnant of divorce) and then, once again, i smell the sea as the clock strikes something or maybe something-thirty
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
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