Darkroom
No negative No photo
No flash on plastic
The sun's come up creepcreeping
eight or ten stalks of the tallest
g g g g g g g g
r r r r r r r r r
a a a a a a a a a
s s s s s s s s s
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
on our lot to to blot the face and footfalls
(the one
obvious twist
-ed
in from a twostoried fall
or jump !
because his kid's in the front
seat and this drug/fog's gothimbelieving
he's locked
(in)
so opposite of what the sonsun
does when it crawls up
the jamb and jumps it does doesn't it
up
and lands feet
first like some practiced cat/acrobat
fast luck landing
to where the pain's made
but that's later
taking and trading places
with marrow and nerve
and surgery and immobility
flat as paper angels made of black heavyweight matte
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for your comments