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

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