Monday, January 14, 2019

James Walton # 129 Buckle the chute, summer moths




even though I am falling out
of a mind full of purloined kites
diagonals slicing adrenalin

above the chimney
with a crooked wind vane
a giant size Dorothy clasping Toto

lightning rod finger to the sky
where the wetlands drop parades
the ocean a shovel filling in

this azure refraction

did they say the second pull?

fumbling through the tear away ends
a hieroglyphic for a life
you ought to know better than dangle

a helicopter thrash that stirrups guide
that’s a rush of language
string on a tooth             hang glider

they fluttered in such revelry

no lamp to come home to
reaching for coincidence
in all honesty            wings?

I held on for as long as I could
you don’t need it written down
my feet slide a signature

those camouflage eyes of alphabet




3 comments:

  1. no go
    the unexamined

    we lead
    the hieroglyphic life

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  2. One of your best I think. One of my faves I know. Cheers.

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  3. three, four, flap at the door ... lovely James

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