Kit Kelen #5 -- practice of a disappearance

practice of a disappearance

for the early days, an argument

among these words my friends have thrown

I scratch a muddy paw

to overtake the sun

hide clouds

and peekaboo

loose weave of mind

jazz is such a vanishing

fall through

I hear the scratching at the wall

the cat keeps coming in

annoying and it wishes fed

if it were Schrödinger's maybe it wouldn't

maybe it would

if your words are mine

then where is it that I have gone?

if I said where

would you be there?

come and gone

so I set out

through an open door

name of the absence is yesterday

and now

the afternoon doesn't end

it's still going

with stars downstream the sky has strewn

every word has its shadow to lift

every breath is a secret

day is ash

last night's lost dreams are set to burn