Monday, June 8, 2009

Abandon




Silence in the house, people gone out, cats sleeping, leafblowers put away, the half life of the crawl space ticking down toward zero.


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A wind in the desolation of the closet, incremental movement like the shifting of tectonic plates, while in the wall a mouse skull settles.


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In a bathroom drawer there are artifacts: molecules of talcum, dried smear of cat's blood, a lingering odor of unidentifiable ointment.


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After the journey, months of wandering through landscapes of bone and salt, we came at last to prairie, a rotting expanse of Persian carpet.


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The cleaning finally ended. If there were beds, they would never be made; dishes would stay stained in eternity, and gravity be abolished.


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A crack at the center, where even the intelligence of cockroaches was tested: rain eroded the foundation and a simple domesticity entered.


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That characteristic turbulence, elemental disturbance in the aether, the tureen vibrating on the sideboard invisibly in the vacant hallway.


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Soon, but not yet, the incremental creaking of hinges, the end of molecular bonding, release of form: shapelessness in the door frame, soon.

3 comments:

  1. Oh the images and the thoughts such conjure up within my mind's eye.Very good, you.

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  2. I was doing a little blog surfing on other poetry pages. I found yours and just wanted to say that I enjoyed reading over your poetic texts. You have some nice work on here.

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