loose 10/21/16

i burned my finger once, trying to feel a cloud

bodies are composed of little tiny wisps of smoke
components of a living mass enveloped in—
white haze, struck by a match but filling in a way
it’s been impossible to depend on such a rush.
it may have been stupid but I burned my finger
once, twice
in the same place or maybe not, but,
it felt the same, like pressing down a button
slowly, deliberate, it hurt but not a lot.
I burned my finger, once
it was always to feel but wisps are intangible, so
the ache delayed and the stinging immediate,
dulled by the impossibility of a wisp but not enough
a recreation of a declaration of my reservation,
I swung along the white wisps and sang a song of remembrance

but I burned my finger and the jolt sent me back to my head.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"Glory" 11/13/16

Glory crimson crimson crimson a decadent display of foaming mouth and clenched jaw, how could intangible tension turn to such raw, intended emotion how could the dances we drew on become us and all our motions cruelly sifted words spit from the devil inhibit our conceptions, pretensions how possessed, obsessed we are to fix what’s been taken, by the. crimson crimson crimson
Read more

Here poem 3/8/17

here is your hair. fingered and cherished as an open organ, creeping from its cloth along the L line here is a glance from man with bright white feet, small hands scruffing coiff in train window here is the moon. all rays diffused silent on window sill — on train and in your room, on the ground Here Steps March; commuter rail in corridor and station and here is the tail of a dog you saw on the L here is a smile but still rays refuse to speak and here is smirk as they trip away. under your feet and over here is drunk men still drinking and spilling themselves around you onto pavement Here is a street stricken with shadows and here is the simper you offer to the crosswalk so it gives back the purse here is the bar with the COOL lights, here is your fake but here is your curfew and here are your parents and there is your house so here is where you glide along rays until you realize you’re up and stop for a sec
Read more