Friday, June 9, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 256 - Two Away Days

Two  Away days

Day 1/

Whelm it is a kind of fibre
of the brain  the shifty husk

of worry  boiled in pain
 contrary to the laws of Newton


from the shoulders
 rises  flutters

by the ears  like dandruff sighted
nearsight eye roll

clumps over-gathered
in the cornice  intruding  on whatever game

I wish to be the kind of  person
sluices   whelm 

straight down the drain

Day 2/

whoever were we
when we owned

those little spots of time
how readily we Velcro

to events to pixels
papers     ventures

meant to  move us
closer to an end

fighting off that
creeping monster   


the hole through which
the knowledge

chances given

1 comment:

  1. Ah. Sluice.
    The drain.
    The hole.
    Ah. Exit.
    Way down.
    What a poem.


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