over centuries, what water implies,
taken straight from the source.
you are in town on a mission.
I am parting dark clouds with your hair.
in reading writing, a table of infinite size.
all words simultaneous.
you are in town on a mission.
I am barking out orders at chairs.
you are in town on a mission.
I am seeking out the cold from my bones.
the river is bent at the waist.
it pinches, there, just at the grain.
you are in town on a mission.
I am the space between messages sent.
the newspaper rails inconsistencies.
not even the clothesline is clear.
you are in town on a mission.
I have lost path for the brush.
you are in town on a mission.
I am dreaming up rain to rid dust.
this is the soundtrack of a life,
made of the movement of water.
you are in town on a mission.
I am not so extended as overexposed.
you are in town on a mission.
I am absorbed in the perils of touch.
1 comment:
Interesting imagery and rhythm. I like the off-rhymes and assonance.
And I like the off-reality of parting dark clouds and ordering chairs about...
Fave stanza: "this is the soundtrack of a life/made of the movement of water" - could even lose "a" before life.
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