Spun
A clear water must first be still.
But waiting for silence
will only make you ill.
A violence in equal mesure,
inverted like a drill
is the only way to treasure
a life designed to thrill.
Eve
The son has melted.
The garden’s not far behind.
A crows picked every bone
but ribs can heal with time.
The Match (to strike)
My train is late,
do you have the time?
The ghost speaks up, looking out of place with Christmas still months away.
“Service ended June 23rd, 1947. Would you like try again?” I tell the man “Always.” and jump onto the tracks.
Each step gives me Dante’s eyes.
I blink two, three, four, five, six times,
each time faster than the last until I become blind.
Now the earth shakes beneath me.
I step, two, three, four, five, six times,
each time higher and higher until I become immobilized.
Now the tunnel wails and I must match her.
I scream two, three, four, five, six times until we both go mute.
And then I hear the chime.