Watering the Concrete
Gazing down at my feet
As they drag me
On my way...
The feeling has
Long since relinquished
And I wonder as I stray
Far off from the center,
Or is it nearer
To the middle?...
I've been walking
On these piles of clay
Since I was very little...
Malm, that is the sacred
Chalk material
The lowly brick
That makes
Myself a house
Fast, bound
From the wind
Of wolves...
Their breath upon my livelihood
That rises through
The cracks and chimney stacks
Aloft as every earthly thought
Crumbles and falls
At these relic
Foot prints
That I've pissed off
Pounding at the plates
And streaks
Of the lines
That branch out
Every which
Until they chip away
At my small reserve of
Steel intent
Until my tennis shoes
Lift off
And leave this gravel bed
Behind
And I suffer no more
Hard edged thoughts...
Only discord with the night...
Floating like a Chinese lantern...
Losing time
Like a car
Leaves a hitchhiker
Frozen in the rearview,
Disappearing til she's only
A cold dot upon the horizon...
Mavia &
Bunny Villaire
3/27/24