words & pictures
When you deafen rain becomes the walls of orchestra tumbling in that uncanny way of bamboo and deforestation brass and woodwind with a thousand plectrum eyes in the octopoid tangle reaching for prayers with sparred and upthrust arms as if in a lightning season boats shed unwanted petal skins bared, swayed sank or mired but between the secrets of an eyelid’s flicker stillness – an inadvertent claw a few inviolate tears never exactly seeing
Scientists grew tear ducts In a jar Spent the day in mockery Until they cried A seldom kind of love For their bastard child Poked and prodded, niggled Shamed, curtailed Obedience praised until The organism wept The experiment, upon repetition Bore bitter fruit Inconsolably weeping With just a half an hour’s Earnest jests
We are all old now Or naively young I turned the word You gave Like clay, separated To nebulous parts Not quite rejoined again Stretched, affixed, addended Made to serve the hollow shape Of as yet undetermined meanings Under the microscope Tears of anger, tears of grief Tears of your everyday failures Are as unalike as snowflakes Melting in the caveats of your face The ice shelf calves The beast on unsteady feet Circumambulating a subpolar current As if an isthmus masked In cruciform Pierrot markings A tedium’s dissolve Slap away the proffered hand Topsy-turvy islands Far from reach
