First new poem since I lost all my verse in a hard drive crash. This image is by my fabulous friend KAth Boake. It isn’t meant to illustrate the poem, I just like it and it’s new too.
HANS
Under the bridge a blanket rests,
Knave rising, tapping to a bush beat.
Static fussy, hearing reproach in birdsong,
Flak in the bending willows
He may see through concrete
But do not call him clairvoyant or infrared.
Merely tenacious, tenacious is he,
Tenacious as the wildlife
Lured
From the ribbon of road
To flail
Against the vortex of personality.
All furious downhill from here.
Bloodstream
Engulfing triumph
One drop at a time.
I paid the toll.
Where is my protection? Favor.
Boat. Deliverance. Red tulip.
Simmer you, still. Still no loosening
Of your grip around our lovely, long Jane Doe necks.
Confinement has not freed
Nor contemplation illumined.
Are we not macerated into mash,
Pulp enough for paper? Fiction. Fusion
Of forms so 21st century, so now,
So damned imperative.
We aren’t about to quit abeyance, balking,
Irrupting or being pricks. Hiding, stalking, preying
upon squirts. Being obsolete. Polysyllable.
Anemic. Let it leak. Glow. Gush around your finger
in the hole. All the time in the world.
many great lines in this Haley…thanks for sharing your words
Image is fabulous.
The poem is so you.
I always read in your voice.
I like it H2.
T xo
Lovely Heather such power in the lines
xo
even more in the spaces… ;]