I try to fit these thoughts
into the narrow rooms of words
but doors swing open out they burst
float down long and lonely bee paths to afternoon paths with no ends
lost off anyone's cliffs
edges of perception slippery and full of holes
can't hold anything in
instead of skipping the show
not clothing the ego
they find a way to just be lost
not in words not in a face's embrace not still they burst
the rhythm of breathing
attitude's the respirator we suck in the honey
pumps life like pulling the wings off insects
cut apart here or long gone like grandmother's lilacs
flies high unseen
keeping me alive
those words drip back down throats
a way of sitting of hearing once
voiceless birds who are fine to sing in silence
as the trees know
have grown days gathered sprout into luscious season
each ring in a trunk each notch on a stick each nameless chic
is a tune from beak
this is not nature human dysfunction
too unsimple to unravel in words
instead leap dripping with crazy chirping hollowed echoes empty
from unexplained leak drips all the natural solutions
and human falsities to lies stalagmites in secret caves
neon vibrations light up caverns lost is an easy place to find
rooms too narrow to get intimate lest by chance, desire's dance
looking down in the water today its even clear
through ripples only see what they see really
pick heads off thoughts
like dandelions make mother's butter on a little chin
spread on yoke of her egg breadth of own shoulders
plough through conversation
hardly even planting a seed maybe
copyright July 2010, Theresa Ullyot
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