Trucks pass, dirigible as convict ships The bed sinks further to the earth I confuse their seesaw complaints With angels and with finials The egg unscrews so you can hide Notes obscure as phylacteriesToolderyour self From younger Now I count sleep, the early evening Brass is dragonesque The kitchen, milk-white, littered with that aftermath stillness The butcher’s block Has the Euclidean solidity Of plane objects and right angles Blemished, ingrained scars Where the meat was Gratuitously dissected Focus attained, like wisdom Blurs in and out Until lines mesh Inertia slows, the universe In the illusory drawn out moment Between deity and big bang As if a waning summer afternoon Was still too humid for our liking Perhaps a Wednesday, close As the outbuilding laundry, cement troughs Sparkling with those frozen mica constellations Make you think of murder Cloths jugular and tightly wrung Wrist bone dinosaurs Roughly hewn in the grey slick overcast Of madly chalked astrologies Here the maiden, here the serpent poised Unfamiliar and yet, in the slip and grasp Of mild toxicity Still, the coolest room, the drains reminding In the Coriolanus of their death throes Only eternity offers to reimburse returns For your 5c obligatory deposit I will give you back, like an obligation Unwanted but How in augury strangely accurate
