30/6
such vivid dreams I stun myself by sun
upon day; they imprint themselves on the
back of my eyes; negatives of blackened sunsets,
old friends met upon stairwells and along musty
corridors; stairways that wind, a tape unravelling under my
eyelids; dark swirling pits that lead into the subconscious
ether and beyond, to another galaxy where the scent of jasmine
replaces the deceased, and upon stone mausoleums I lay
my body to rest, supine, abandoned to the world within.
29/11
Me: a clean white line
the limits and boundaries marked out
at the edge of my fingers; and I, I-
feeble I, a noun hovering over a snow-lit silence,
the brittle ice cracks that encrust my rock-solid
heart, a red stone of beating fire within the chest,
disassociated from— me, world, it; leering
over my shoulder with a wolfish grin, its teeth
a metal hard line outlining the horizon, as the me
swirls, sinks into the whirl womb of the soul
away, away from all that stands exterior, obtuse,
obscene, outside of the clean white cell of the I
a self-sustaining capsule, an individual ecosystem;
subtracted from the subject noun of setting,
hovering in between here and neither.
11/12
mind
pulled thin as a muscle over a sky bled
lurid and clean, like the split half of an apple
sliced, devoured by a throat wrecked in a fit
of choking sobs, shaking the body asunder
thunder gripping bony flesh, stretching skin
tight as the muscle of the mind
over a sun-slit sky- surgery of
cosmic dimensions, a patient lying
limp, lifeless; frigid, a frail thin shred of
withering white hair falling over like snakes
along a distant sky.
