Axis

by blankpagewhitenight

symmetry is symmetry

the silence of the view.

 

She kept in her pocket a marble of her mother’s lot

 

shapes of nature the only map we need

snow forgets the land.

 

The ornament told them something

good words that are invisible

 

pause

Think of an addiction

 

her lying is worse.

 

A white stone with a smooth hole.

Cat-guts in the wind

 

old Chinese man carved out of wood.

 

The washing could come in

 

and what do we tell the sun and the moon about long distance relationships?

 

Two hands for two eyes

areola’s selfless touch

 

memory’s residual conversations

Unsuspectingly Orson beamed in on their radios

 

the power went out but the jazz band continued

 

playing in candlelight.

 

It was love

inside a cardboard box

 

all the nasty little secrets

coming to the end of plain conversation.

 

InValhallathe bandits and samurais drank and laughed backwards

 

Tree eating light

Bird singing tree

 

The face on the cover melting.

 

The White Bureaucracy  carved into a desk

 

the organism can adjust.

Us:   17

Them:   10

 

Interjection: what her refrigerator said…

 become a mistaken red balloon

 

the deserted island

play with me drive me wild

 

happy to happy have.

 

It wasn’t love

 

the moviestars and Greek divinities laze poolside at the Playboy mansion.

 

Interjection 2: what the astronomer said…

 There is a storm called the Great Red Spot that looks like a massive eyeball

and in it you can see all these festoons.

 

From here how can we see the other?

 

My bed made for two

drunk and sick she got to say it first

 

We all killed something to be here

and use our imaginations.

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