13 May 2012

Building

This poem is based on Performance.


Building 5/13

Put your hand on the pubis now

Now

Now

Hand up and under - see I want
you to not talk about it - just to -

Now

The windows bead - they remember
when they were sand covered in water
The tides rolling over them - imagine
them rippling and smoothing out

Now see them castle themselves - un
the blocks of stone falling into place
most permanently

Falling

Now floating now collapsing
under their weight