OverPoetry

measuring the age requires a ruler as sharp as a shiv to cut wide collective knots where ease erases detail, live long elsewhere and one may outpace metered incisions, delivered precisely indirect on the minded stoop

to have a head in the galaxy means a neck to twist on as eyes lag light speeded swirl, breathless measure dancing all, popping our top off

charcoal and sky depend upon length of the second / long / it settles with luxury of appreciated colour / light angled above the flood plain / time to blend rather than spill / short / it makes an exhibit delayed of every organ / separate when never surveyed whole / zip the code tight

deafening fold rises from gopher holes, the small have shrunk themselves further, finding baby teeth of an argument at the throat’s back still strained by a pale, withered dug, pre-confederation

I is the lot, the whole parts yard, step forward U onto river ice, she’s tricky this bridge, always out of season, thaw in February, freeze on Labour day, some days on all banks slipping down to the one current

goodbye old long worst friend overextending my welcome and hastening my stooped exit, you were a bright face at the start but now your jutted jaw is embedded in my chest, reeling me closer to the hole like a prize catch in ideal overcast

drift overland like a warming hand, apply pressure on the right conversation notes to melting earth, listen to us talk it up, degrees tacking towards the ceiling in our dim corner of the bang

there is no write in the respiration of nature / bluster and thrum polishing holes over holes / colour sinking into the fall’s floor / that speak death well / frost pointed to an invisible pin pricking all our angles

and is today, today? low long makes for vanishing tides drawing away crumbs, scraps, shreds from the mouth waiting on the beach to draw up sea, at least the shimmer of the surface for conversation starter

set your children free to eat road salt and sniff quarry dust, post their electrolyte levels on windmill billboards, rate their freedoms rank and filed source open, erring on the side of capital optimism and how do you taste?