I fall into the succour of your flagging upper-body strength

The pommel horse
Is prancing

Surmount, liquorice lax

A lazy arm’s extension

Hawser thin and relatively

There is a kind of threat
In the tight grain, in the sweat
That divides your t-shirt

Into terra nullius
And undisputed regions

Erase a line, and jump
Over the dogs of lazy meanings

Biceps smooth, collapsing
In a forward roll

The incline mat
As it slowly, closely pours
The colour
Of an ugly sky

The shoulder dislocates
With that wet leather sound
Of sinews wrenching

Your scowl red as empires

Extend your arm
Fold it into place

An aspiration for the pain

Clean jerk

No more flying

Icebergs & snowflakes

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
Image adapted from; Wilson Bentley and William Humphreys’ Snow Crystals (New York: McGraw-Hill, 1931).