Thursday, October 9, 2014

Labyrinth Mouth (old unpublished poem)

Motor running
            Running, running—
Quick with the word
            Under the suburban grass
            Under the world
            Under the airports and highways
            Under the world
            Under the skyline
            Under the eye
            Under my reflection
            Under nature's sleeping and waking
            Under the world 

Always running, running
            Always underneath the outer surface of spheres
            Pin-pricked with light and life 

Motor down
            Quiet, silence
            Rotation around the body
            The soul asleep in a frame
Motor down
            Humming, humming—
Slow with the word
            Under the falling rain
            Under the world
            Under the dreams broken and left on the floor
            Under the world
            Under the canopy of sexuality
            Under your last meal, your last kiss, last fuck
            Under the wheel
            Under the world 

Can you hear it? 

Motor idling, idling, idling
            Eyes enter spheres
            Fill up the space squeeze out the air
You look at the looking
The outward observations are deeper within space 

Motor running
            Running, running—
Quick with the word
            Under the world
 

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