[15]

Soul Clap its Hands and Sing

I.

The trouble is the ship left without me. Also I cut a hole
in the sunset-tinged sail. Not a hole; a heart shape.
I almost forget they’re the same. The scissors sank like
live weights, flashing their teeth at the mackerels.
Summer ends with a settle of silver and sand.

II.

A woman alone is an alien thing. The dock rejects her heft.
Mouths open to the sky, golden birds pray for rains
and the wormtails of truths. Wishes can break your neck
if you don’t cant your face three degrees to the right.
of the mast. Look at me, quick. There’s nowhere else to go

III.

but down. Last night the boatman had tomorrow for eyes.
There was no place left to slot my coins. Think of that face
like the ones drawn on rice—a curio to scare the children with.
My muse slunk off with a half-cocked heel and a man
half her age. If I believed in gods, I’d fuck them all.

IV.

Once I was younger. Every word was a seaweed scrawl of bracken,
every line a breaking wave of wood. Who wants to be a bird
when I can be me? Song was never mine for pyre. My hair is spun
of golden scales. When the ship sinks, let’s say it was never my fault.
Let’s say I really wanted to go all the way.

~

ATLAS:

Image taken with iphone
Words written on the floor
Time Taken 15 minutes
Brain on “Sailing to Byzantium,” since Dale issued me a challenge to write some sort of ‘response’ to that poem today, and I accepted. (Of course, it’s me, which means that my ‘response’ to anything is pretty far out there).
Ears
on Muse

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This entry was published on January 15, 2012 at 10:47 pm and is filed under January, Poems, Seattle. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

3 thoughts on “[15]

  1. WOW that’s beautiful, and I don’t particularly like poetry.

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