01 March 2016

Poem-A-Day #1 : Quis?

So. I'm doing this again.


This box
sealed shiplap painted with tobacco
hinged and watertight

It houses a dead star

Collects the crumbs from a planet
chewed up by dueling black holes
on its surfaces

Bought in the back room of a store run by a blind man
taken into the house of a woman with a third leg

It trembles thinly

A metal sheet punched from an old can
scribbled on with a stick and tossed
into the mouth of a sulphur spring

It is your tongue
ripped from your skull and folded
into an airplane

No comments:

Post a Comment