Closure

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Closure

On a clearing,
Charred with green
And shattered like an opal
I am spinning circles,
Strapped and waltzing
And dangling my feet
Above the empty trench
Between destinations
While caring is sharing
And fearing means shearing
As shearing is blaring,
Like blaring is caring
And the habit of forgetting
Is shearing the caring;
Lordy lord, the buildings always stare back.
Their paint scrapping like a crescent,
Or a sunset, who can tell;
It reminds me of bloodletting.
Lordy lord, the telephones are ringing,
Drowned in the buzz of my lungs –
Returning, burning; tempering the settings.
Me, with the machine man,
His blue eyes tossed into the distance like marbles,
And the air devoid of words:
To transcribe is to withstand,
And to withstand is to bribe
The wound with a tea – spoon
Of stardust and lies.
Lordy lord, I am beginning to look like a song
On the radio, below, Proserpine’s leisure;
Lordy lord, the people from up here
Look just like fissures,
Holes, yellow and dead; holes in the curd,
Holes on the Moon,
And The Moon is not in my spoon
And could not care less about my wounds;
I will start gently for a moment,
But then I will want to
Fill the dumplings with birds
As I watch the silhouettes of harvest
Curl, around the neck, like dirty pearls,
Like custard, pooling the fried dining,
While the mind is dry,
Calculated, squared, hazy,
Fitting the dreams through tubes
Of geometric pairing
And somebody, please,
Get me off the carousel
Before I become full of hope again,
Before I am daring
My guts against the sky.

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~ by Oloriel on January 13, 2017.