3AM
When the street goes quiet
the late darkness seems to fill the world
in an unmoving
I imagine trying to cross it
Once you open the door into it the quiet will grab you
will probably strip you of faculties
your body will become a tree in winter
Like quicksand perhaps
Sliding your entire body into clay
or mud or the leftover oatmeal from this morning
and then it will harden over you
Showing posts with label night time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label night time. Show all posts
03 September 2016
31 May 2016
Poem-A-Day #92 : And I Can Say
And I Can Say
Above the bar - a sort of haze on the television
a sport with a ball -
I make the same joke I always do about sportsballs and no one laughs -
There is a slippery moment - when I think I am more in tune
with the people in the now - a sort of - haze envelopes me and
I can say the things I want to say -
Let's talk about being away from this room -
The lack of noise outside the cars on the road and the crickets in the grass -
it's a calming tone - we are told it is a calming tone - it is a calming tone -
You want me to be hysterical - depressive - to have razors against my flesh -
The sound of breathing - of thinking about a word for 'this is not sad'
that is also a word for 'the mist on a lake in California right before dawn' - it doesn't exist
it exists outside of this place - a sort of haze in the mind
Above the bar - a sort of haze on the television
a sport with a ball -
I make the same joke I always do about sportsballs and no one laughs -
There is a slippery moment - when I think I am more in tune
with the people in the now - a sort of - haze envelopes me and
I can say the things I want to say -
Let's talk about being away from this room -
The lack of noise outside the cars on the road and the crickets in the grass -
it's a calming tone - we are told it is a calming tone - it is a calming tone -
You want me to be hysterical - depressive - to have razors against my flesh -
The sound of breathing - of thinking about a word for 'this is not sad'
that is also a word for 'the mist on a lake in California right before dawn' - it doesn't exist
it exists outside of this place - a sort of haze in the mind
31 March 2016
Poem-A-Day #31 : Night
Night
Blue shadow on the cheek
Smudge of gray ash in the fireplace
At night the vines hug the walls they are heart-shaped purple and bleeding on the bricks
I'd say they were bougainvillea but that's obvious they may as well be ivy itching at the stone walls and pulling mortar from the cracks hiding animals hiding so many windows
You hide blue with orange
The cadmium is opaque is breaking
In the YouTube video they show the woman covering the man's face with thick tangerine-colored concealer then with thick beige concealer then with rouge
I don't get a five o'clock shadow
The bricks pop and fall the mirror hides itself
Blue shadow on the cheek
Smudge of gray ash in the fireplace
At night the vines hug the walls they are heart-shaped purple and bleeding on the bricks
I'd say they were bougainvillea but that's obvious they may as well be ivy itching at the stone walls and pulling mortar from the cracks hiding animals hiding so many windows
You hide blue with orange
The cadmium is opaque is breaking
In the YouTube video they show the woman covering the man's face with thick tangerine-colored concealer then with thick beige concealer then with rouge
I don't get a five o'clock shadow
The bricks pop and fall the mirror hides itself
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