friday
the naked brick and stone the
empty skin of the river open
and flexing slowly
the disinfectant sun
its billions of microscopes
looking
into the space where pointing
has fallen
from the brickwork
cars cross the ends of backalleys
their excited outbreaths
.
the diamond future laughing window
where her hair works
where double doors close on the
tails of fairies
cube-world of
synthetic essentials
at the single-species
mall
to this: grass
a pink leaf
as always
abandon
indelible September
.
statistics on spontaneous combustion needed
interviews with bystanders
sobbing
: the cloud clears
the actor still stands there
rehearsing:
I wanted to dream
I dreamt I am ///
dreaming
the river feeds the canal
its rule from
serpents all this
rain
.
praying mantis podia effluvium
speech
bleed hostages
tiptoe along death
it's always
nevertheless
her arms
or the palms of her hands
enter flight
momentarily
the far blue
.
boxes and heads
boxes of heads
and at the corridor's
end
children in a swimming pool
with grazed
knees
bloody noses
pissing
rage falls tar from a truck
roads of rage
kerbs of rage
remaining
what can change?
leaves
heat
a tunnel leading out of earth
a
conker's shell
the cold worm
the worm's cast
how the universe
will look at it
will turn around it
queues of gestapo spectators
call for moderation
.
I am dreaming
each era
of a massive beech tree
that
dancing
mime of the-moment-of-arrival
snow
the
ceiling oppresses and pities us
we pity
ourselves
our laughter pities us
.
rooms too small for trees
where trees listen
so wise and lovable and silent
they must leave
never to return
and always
returning
they say nothing
beyond us
light severs the ultimatum
matters of principle will break our hearts
© Keith
Jafrate 2006
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