The pommel horse Is prancing Surmount, liquorice lax A lazy arm’s extension Hawser thin and relatively Unbiased 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
Tag: weakness
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