I think you made a portrait of me
Although I’m certain that you didn’t mean to It seems it doesn’t matter how many windows I look out of I always see my self before the view A glint of light on glass Thin as moonbeam Insubstantial Painted over hills And rain clouds Shopfronts Double decker buses And here you have captured my likeness almost effortlessly I see it in the fleshy clay Putrescent peach It has a look about it Like the skin from sleepless nights Disembodied and perching Sorry nose it is Atop a bucket of debris No doubt thick plaster chunks Shattered and fragmented Heavy in the gut like I am When I’m biscuit-full and IBS ridden And it scraped when it moves Cumbersome bulk Graceless Solid Dour But fragile as thin ice And it's sitting Carving circles into foam Like thighs on the toilet seat Squashed down for the sake of two semicircle imprints Cutting rings like wire through cheese Sitting amongst the rubble Expressionless Haughty Well-thumbed and all off kilter I see it there A hole for an eye or a nostril Take your pick Whichever perforation takes in most of my surroundings Hanging tights And false teeth Twin sockets mocking my barrel of a body I’ve got no legs today But I could stand like a doorstop for a week A hefty Colourful Draft excluder Tongue in powder dry as bone Yes. I think I’ll sit and introspect a little longer Beam at you with stainless handles If you can stand to question if I have come about through arrangement Through design Or just by accident.
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Him with his eyes round and stamped
And his hands with the veins And the hair that stands up when music ripples on the thick air from the hi-fi And he rubs his scalp. His mouth has been set Something turned to rock around the corners of it Hanging down Low moon. He has been solid for too long Worked on statue-hood On stoicism And now he’s spent up Bitter husk Like the corner slices that we laughed at Flapjacked Retreated He looks smaller than he’s ever been Thin through as shadow He is barely present He took his children camping He left them brooding in the car as it rained down like salvo It hammered on the windscreen But he ventured out on foot Silent Small Intrepid peering through the fog in search of lighthouses He dragged his children- sulking- to see beauty Come with me see the waterfalls Come with me see the mountains Here look at the dog whelks This is how barnacles work He has been building up a garden Tending deftly to the leaves and branches Fixing roofs and cleaning drains Lifting and carrying He feels aches inside his bones The muscles hanging tender from their tendons He is cloaked in clothes too big for him Sack like jerseys Baggy denim Swamped It’s hard to find him now The rain is catching up The grass is overgrown The shrubs have taken over His footsteps squelch about the house Like he dived headlong He plumbed depths And now has plunged to dreamless sleep On floors and sofas Anywhere that he can drape his articulated limbs Articulated But not articulate Weather warped and worn Wind beaten Brow beaten Cold inside his gloves it could be an age before he thaws An attempt was underway to remove the ego- person one - from the text for the theory was that grammar shaped too much the woman. Such erasure, however, has more than that effect and the unnatural fetters encourage the removal of, not just person one, but also
the gerund, the easy manufacture of tenses, a much depended upon second person, the neutral, and ofcourse such words as appear at one’s workbench, so to speak. The ones that emerge from cerebral matter, thought whether through the aptness that they bear or through the author’s constant usage. (Some words come to us because we feel them ours. Others come to us because we feel them necessary.) But the task at hand was not for a fast abandon. The text seemed to ask for effort and length that was at odds by the content and pleasure the text would bear to any unfortunate reader. Maybe her attempt was just to cull thyme through the appendage of fat to the gram. Regardless, the text was unable to see for the text was eye-less, but somehow She endured. |