Thud-klomp thud-klomp
the booted hooves come
stomping across the lava
fields into your house.
Your cats scream and run
but you’re frozen in place
mouth agape, batter dripping
from a wooden spoon.
Thud-klomp
Category: Poems
fictions, speculative dreams, and meditations
If you were sitting in a fire
If you were sitting in a fire,
Which direction would you face?
East is the obvious answer,
Back against the sunset
Waiting for night.
“A Throne!”
“You, you,” he points at you,
“You can’t be in my audience,”
And collapses.
There are no stagehands here
To shuffle away his bones,
“It’s a one man show!”
He now understands his mistake,
But he’s proud of shrinking
The universe down to a man.
Who does that?
“The Artist!” he’ll inevitably cry
And laugh because it’s ludicrous.
“I took tickets too.”
And he cleaned the aisles
And he built you a throne
With cheesecloth and cardboard,
“And my soul!” Yes, yes, of course.
And there now you are
In the throne he constructed
And he’s not ready to be seen or heard
“Or exist!” No, no, of course.
Fragment
The day begins in despair.
The day begins with loss and sorrow.
No, I have that wrong. The day never ends.
It’s constant despair playing out
of a damaged reel-to-reel.
Like I Was A People
What am I doing walking around like this
Like I could cope
What made me think that
Like I wasn’t walking around big chunk missing
Nothing to fill it with but despair
And what happens when I run out
What am I doing walking around like this
Like I was a people.