Sunday, June 10, 2012

unspun



unspun

face like a one-sided brick
the moon in her pock-marked looks
wore the scatters and drained the skills

half-hearted wonderers tripping
excuses excuses excuses
just bumps in a road, bumps in a face

from a mouth there falls a rainbow
of lies of gray glitter without shimmer,
like the design of a broken cobweb and now

the horizon is flipped, the season switched
to off. what is on? who won? which one
was up and ready, which summer ever ended

peacefully? unless you think death
is calm like a green leaf turning orange
and falling, as if gravity had its own

agenda, and then began to rot.
the way the fingertips of the trees
went bony and bare, were scratched

and scribbled into pencils and toilet
paper, that's the sway of this earth,
i swear, it's unforgiving.

let me go, let me ride the spinning
cup and not throw up, these are ears
but not listening, the fluid

leveling, equilibrium, not vertigo.
this is a perfectly poised universe, riding
the same direction. until it stops,

backs up, goes the other direction.

or stands ever so still

6/4/12

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