Stains
11 am:
chemicals made to stand as numbers
the maul of heat
casket of sweat and odour
shirt worn like a souvenir
the
flicker
flash of
ing b l i n d n e s s
in into
to the
a windscreen
c a v e r n
memory already glinting
in the centre of my skull
that reflection
of happiness like a lit fuse
erupting light:
the sound of a mouth talking
and limbs painting surreal portraits
fingers flirting between false light and darkness
the flicker
To disappear into yourself
spit around poetry at faces
like conversation
this chauffeur of my body
and mind
where do you disappear to?
For the next few days I can still sense the shadow
like paint washing out in the heat of my eyelids
undiscoverable vein
of embarrassment and hope
