clockbody

what do you say no

no what do you say now?

I'm found, a body bottomed at the stairs

bloodless so tempting

no cleanup, no afterthought

no troublesome

I have to go somewhere, to be anonymous for awhile

I would never say this because

get real, you're always be

Make yourself a love a queen a girl a ghost to wish for

little grave collector  

headstones as tempt rocks to get your etch on

dig scrape eat repeat

I keep us out-of-doors

because we only talk of love & death out-of-doors

& inside is locked up, lockme by-my-hair-up

mine-me, brick-me diamond-me

we're an orebody, let's vein

And lets to our grief tie

a strong velvet around a gel body

 a rebound of snap,

 snapping back

 the sound of snapping out of it

the hush of your fingers

the click of a camera, of a clock

the permanence of my image on a sidewalk

the permanence of loss

which abundants like ferns in maine forests

crawling with ticks

that never even get inside you

just crawl leggy crawl

stay outside, such indoor-attempters, little lossforest arachnids.

Like bones griefs tickle, are funny when jammed

the tingle of the stone in the still water

like the stone is mineral is a trifle is crystal is a sink is sunk,

like in every dream of opaque shoreless bodies

where I'm dropping the whiny talismans & tropes,

and in slomotion watch them 

go down into the dark bog oak green forever