Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Made Uneasy

deserving or relevant or not they exploded
over the lakes and ponds
of the Western forests
while I always spoke always
.....................like that it was like stars
that ruptured little sacs and sent such rills streaming
and all night though we talked
while lights burned in water
one little event slicked throughout
and neither of us
could quite.............. say
what it was
though both of us remarked
when it arrived
.........................and both of us
saw it depart like an invisible person
who was now done with it
like the curling white smoke
of lavender on some limestone hillside very far away

.....................................she of course didn't question
but turned again to her flours
...............................with an impassiveness
at which I
could only marvel

knowing nothing but her weft of distant herbs
.
.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

the stench of concupiscence
lingering on bed sheets

asphyxiating fog hovering
in corners

she wouldn’t think
wouldn’t grasp

her fog illuminating paths
in dusks

she understood with clarity.

Anonymous said...

This feels sad somehow. A regret by the writer and a realisation in response?

Steve said...

Well most of my stuff is a bit sad. There's a lot of sad stuff in the world.

Michael Peverett said...

You might like to know that Google warned me they could not endorse my decision should I insist on visiting a site that in their opinion might include adult content. (Perhaps that opinion derived from Anonymous' tasty opening gambit!)

Steve said...

Well, it might have been tasty, but I don't know that it required a warning or an exclusion of minors. They can be a bit excessively squeamish some of those sex-bots on Google. Anyway, nice to see someone with a NAME around here. I was starting to feel like it was a world of ghosts.

Anonymous said...

I note a lot of your readers have names,Daft, Slurpy, Wayward, Zecca etc.Maybe some anons will come 'out'soon.

Anonymous said...

haha! I wonder if Michael has read any of your stuff - now there are some 'proper' tasty bits in there!

the stench of concupiscence
lingering on bed sheets - I agree this is tasty (like it).