Stream Of Threaded Tears Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(crafted from Glymur waterfall, Iceland)

(i)

What mass
of a gray-taupe
head, stitched
to a soft
emerald rug

and flapping wings
of a sitting,
plumped-down
sky riding

into a cone
flipped over
to spread

wings of a green
carpet
down to its vertex,

a hollowed-out
stool -
a funnel sunk
into a hillside.

(ii)

Tears from
a face
of sunken rock
swelling out

into a heavy
waist of moss

crawling
down to bumps
of hilly toes.

Head bowed
to feet
hurling off beads
of bugs,

eyes hooked
on flames
of flowers in deep-

tailed tubes
spitting out
stitched white
petals of mist.

(iii)

Not a stream's
light-cackled
lachrymal
flow from towered
nostrils of air

feeding fat on ice
and sniffy dogs

in life's cream
blanket, a sky-collared

roof sinking
into the silvery nails
of broken toes
rolling off to sun

to hide
in chest and hip
pockets
sinking into a valley,

a clipped feather,
O cotton speck
of a white petal

from a flower's fire
breathing out
stroking fondles
from fingers

bouncing with balls
and woolly hairs of air.