just listening

Rookie (1991 / implosion)

Walrus - Poem by just listening

One hand smacks the table, the energy
fast flowing from that point
strikes delicate inner balance which
shows its fragility by splitting into conjoined shards
for three, no, four, moments
and then hails gravity as ruler, speeding
to the tiles
in the cavity it leaves behind
one nerve pulse is sent and
thick visceral air
is replaced by a sudden pressure
of a running faucet, two taps drip in unison
relieving the weight of unexpected water
a desperate fist flashes out to grab and
grasp and hold
hold!
but as its hopeless speed enters fading light
it too collapses, stains the floor with salt
a click of the mind shouts its realisation
- oh, too late
all sense of security has also
melted to the floor
bubbles form on writhing misery
trying to mould a mouth – to scream,
scream STOP
STOP
useless words though they are
the fight ensues, a frantic frenzy
to break the silence
a happy ending for quietness;
lull prevails; so light, ashamed
slinks away, unbidden – but gone always.
with it crawled sight – but if it were possible
to illuminate the weak pool rapidly evaporating
it would be me.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008



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