Monday, October 24, 2011

imprints from Rosewater



imprints from Rosewater
                  
in the course of suspension
  over
in the act of lowering
  down
in the ritual that is burying
  under

time becomes the staggered images
of someone else’s life, bleeding
frames over your bitter green.

everywhere you uncover
a double exposure;

the thought that you
  could
have been them
  could
have been caught

in a faultless Vonnegut jump
and broken over a Dali sunrise
to find Picasso reading the soft, wet
tea leaves in your evolving cup.

your fingers are pushing into
the clay of tomorrow’s dawn

remember me
call my name
one more time
define me
refine me
inter me

until the
  tock  ing
      tick  ing
hits the bedrock 
of unforgiv ing craft.



2 comments:

bruce dorlova said...

over, and out.

i search for a grain of compassion here...

louisp2668 said...

Who knows what unspoken value it is
That makes words and those that Patch em
Important Spara... But you've got it...
It's a casual comment
There is .... So much more
But thats certainly good
For starters