Monday, October 24, 2011

imprints from Rosewater

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

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
have been them
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.