Loved Ones in Denial

 

Public Domaine

Let’s very gently prod you
with our custom velvet brandishing iron
we’re very patient
and dutiful but that well runs dry
with everyone at some point
hopefully soon
 
frequenting signals
dark side driving reflects
whispered aspersions exponential
come whatever may regrets
hopefully we’ll be tuned in
as distraction
 
Send a text dial a call
sadistic voyeur shared sickness
some misplaced uncle’s parallel principles
sell this conversation
in several more minutes
of character study
 
on the radio
someone suggested checklists
morbid preparations
readying for dying
unsubtle prodding for loved ones
in denial
 
MM 7/2021

Lazarus of Bethany

Peering down into the vast
leering into the last complex
it swells
 
its seepage
elaborate webs of crusted slime
remembrance trailing
storylines on bleached concrete
 
tedious incision
scaping gray matter
sunbaked-thin
dissolving blades of grass
carving scars cross sunken limbs
 
bramble, knotty branches
extend the film on the water
dementia, a petrol rainbow
reflects fractured semblance
suspended, not hindered
circadian rhythm
 
interrupted flow
currents, debris, gathering
spread of chaos uncontained
contagion language
everything rationalized
noxious morning film
streaming on the skin
 
time wept in accordance
on schedule, measured doses
spiral parentage
in seamless increments
paper-thin, raptured
an incisive flick
ruptured finger
foraging surface measure
 
MM 7/2021

Project Fail

engrossed detail
pencil shaving strewn
clipped nails
mill about the table
every year
benchmarks unforeseen
foreboding
forecast
cycling degradation
 
can’t see the forest
imbedded
bug-eyed
malicious
burning
from all sides
can’t unsee
 
every night
a little blur
sleep becoming
vivid unease
recapture settling shards
waking
from pits of the stomach
 
dreams into realm
of living
shadowing
film sequence
earlier versions
anesthesia-scenes
 
set from carpet
grasping
glasses
device
for movement
water
morning’s breath
numbing
the dawning eye

MM 7/2021

Aspects in Gray

 

Speed of sound

at his behest

vapors peel off

signs trail

not far beyond

first steps

off the last plank

 

Every day, I look

into a web

castigate the lines

impossibly

until the pounding bell

dulls the sound

in my mind

 

From the plane

ground looks settled

patterns emerge like increments

dropping off

each margin, surmounting

submerged

circular firing

 

So parched

itching the throat

etching irritants

imbed the skin

dots in motion,

moving, form the corners

slowly encircled

scratching the center

 

I guessed the perspective

from which spokes

of the ground till

contemporaneously pulsing

pushing bulbs

seeding fields

of backward vision

 

WE were there

warmth in winter

flowering

awakening premature

immediacy

presumptive innocence

someone will pick us up

the brilliant, telling sun

won’t expose

our fallacy

 

MM 7/2021