honu

This morning I stopped

in the road for a large man

who motioned with his hands urgently,

then emerged again with a shovel

bravely scooping Honu

gently and gently laying him

in the tall grass; cars piled

behind me, behind him,

no one honking.

Honu, about his business,

slow, going into the brush.

she think she pretty

Evernew, she walkabout

all bobble-headed

in her skin, bones rattlin'

each stomp a waddle,

a heavy drag then lift of the foot.

She don’t care,

She think She pretty,

coy

Gilgamesh skirts Valhalla’s shore

Where Ragnorak once turned and went

She coos and calls, and throws him bones

While he plays quite the coy gent

some summers

Some summers the heat just…

sinks in bone deep, overtaxing

the body, the brain, the heart;

Shade affords little reprieve

and cool water turns warm

well before it hits the lips.

Even the sloughing of skin proves vain.

Even the shedding of...

things burrowed deep where

some summers the heat just

sinks in...

yet it all feels further
than the nearest star.

Elephants journey to a yard of bones

that girl asleep in the shade

limbs askew with moss and dust and drool?

she unfurls to find the days, the hours, the years had got behind

and her Electric Demon powered down still standing

in the distance, Elephants journey to a yard of bones

ease their bulk low to the ground

Ladybugs land about her

whither into the dust

her brow furls into a frown 

before a deep sigh hits her hard.

something has snuck in, a flutter just off center

that thing that woke her?  could be a Yearning?

and she sighs again, to the low hum

of her Electric Demon powering up

dead eyes now a'fire

doors in limbo

All around me I hear

doors opening, closing

clocks ticking

indiscreet voices purring

machines in their low hum;

I fold into a limbo

of being here

of fitting in

of being not quite hired

All around me I hear

doors opening, closing

I fold into a limbo

of being…