Schrodinger’s Card

Something secondary to subtitles,
The seance of jaw and tongue
are not in sync.

I place the cards on the backs of hands.

And this moment,
face down, they could be anything.

Is this your card?

The Good Death

She said she was ready.

Whispers making their way through the warm mist in the reeds.

If we can read through the magic of tubes
forcing the breath of life: One, two, three.
Should we?

Replace function with hands of man,
where we breed our gears of artificiality.

The burgundy polyvinyl is in the corner
with the used cotton sheets.

It has grown thin under our backs.

The bed is now home, where the shelter of sheets
will not leave.

Each wall is a rail that our fingers collect.

Are we formed, broken, forged, torn, burned, annealed, refined?

As sharp as breath I cannot take.

Tea

The promise of porcelain.
Words echoing in the sky of saucer.

What have I done to deserve this?

I seep and wait for the branches
to lose color,
the falling into water,
the tendrils of the future
on my tongue.

Leaves the leave to be read,
recalled for the birth of a friend

Salman Rushdie

A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.
–Salman Rushdie

11:15

I need to find the words, form the ink into a shovel and dig into the fiber, filter the watermark of distinction.

I see four clean cut corners, an emptiness of resilience, form a salve from the crease and break the spaces between words.

You read this frozen, with a flat key hum, each breath is whir,
each breath is whir. I leave filler in the morning,

Like lint, curved out of the dryer, that texture of what was
and all that was left behind, a mechanical wool gatherer

who dreams of nothing.

Dust In The Eyes

The tile noise of falling,
of coming to a sudden stop.

That voice has collapsed
like chaotic dominoes
without a scent.

My hands are cut along the faults
a pure porcelain edge
There’s blood in the creme
eyes in the dust.

Salts

From the white porcerlain, a copper sink
this is the landscape of extremities
where the scented salts escape the grasp
pressed in the lines of fingers.

Curl your toes in the suds
hands that scrub, to red
waiting tomorrow,
and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
on the reflection of bubbles
to circle the drain.

Belief Engine

I see splinters
how things all come together,
we cannot wait for answers.

Falling out of description
to take the dimensions and
make them my own.

The voice has ratios to keep
taking the finger along the edge
waiting for the paper to peel.

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Among the Strings

I have nothing to say, but the ink flows anyway, awaiting synapses to coalesce into ideas or images waiting for the muse to present. I sit on a comfy couch listening to the singing of sitting on cotton springs, flesh of plant. I wait. Everything is skin– an atom of being and belief. Does God reside on the spin, of all flavors of taste?