Sometimes I am in the center of all things intentional and accidental.
My conquest lies somewhere in between its execution. When this happens,
I am ready: I will wear a white shirt. Keep mum like a leaden chapel.
My eyes will be red like surgery. My precision of stasis,
impeccable – like mother gutting fish in the kitchen,
or a door unhinged by my father. Each exploit
drawn out of the mundane. Hearing the sinking dreaded music of shovel excavating
the Earth,
taking the image blurred. Clarified like clearing of a throat is my reckoning
of a dull Wednesday. Rain descending like a flower. Bathes the world like soiled
linen where we are cut from uniformly. Sometimes I am two abysses in one place:
the gap of the ground and the horizon, sometimes cut-rate like pothole.
I know a day exists and can neither be decent nor loutish. In this frame,
I can be sepia. Whitewashed like wall, hewed like linoleum on floors.
In this center I can be the forever grass
when all things expire by morning
washing me with dew.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Sometimes I am in the center of all things intentional and accidental.
My conquest lies somewhere in between its execution. When this happens,
I am ready: I will wear a white shirt. Keep mum like a leaden chapel.
My eyes will be red like surgery. My precision of stasis,
impeccable – like mother gutting fish in the kitchen,
or a door unhinged by my father. Each exploit
drawn out of the mundane. Hearing the sinking dreaded music of shovel excavating
the Earth,
taking the image blurred. Clarified like clearing of a throat is my reckoning
of a dull Wednesday. Rain descending like a flower. Bathes the world like soiled
linen where we are cut from uniformly. Sometimes I am two abysses in one place:
the gap of the ground and the horizon, sometimes cut-rate like pothole.
I know a day exists and can neither be decent nor loutish. In this frame,
I can be sepia. Whitewashed like wall, hewed like linoleum on floors.
In this center I can be the forever grass
when all things expire by morning
washing me with dew.
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