Light and dark and drills and drainrods
In several windows where a wind a move
A night shale fall
Once was.
Hovering hooked hands
Hating the alliteration as much as
Unwanted rhyme.
Too inward now
So go out to the different dark
I meant dark only
Dark
And a voice from another room heard not heard
An explanation of something I should think
But moving on as News people say
We hear the distant vehicle with a purposing
Of sorts
And nearer out of sorts a startled cat with clearer explanations
Than the laugh that reassures
From the other room
And upstairs notebooks lying underbed
Incomprehensibly heavy with the tortuous oughts
Of ink.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 2:06 PM UTC
Light and dark and drills and drainrods
In several windows where a wind a move
A night shale fall
Once was.
Hovering hooked hands
Hating the alliteration as much as
Unwanted rhyme.
Too inward now
So go out to the different dark
I meant dark only
Dark
And a voice from another room heard not heard
An explanation of something I should think
But moving on as News people say
We hear the distant vehicle with a purposing
Of sorts
And nearer out of sorts a startled cat with clearer explanations
Than the laugh that reassures
From the other room
And upstairs notebooks lying underbed
Incomprehensibly heavy with the tortuous oughts
Of ink.
c. Jeremy Ducane 2010
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