yuzublizzard

The wind moves from west
To east and conquers
Land. The frontier breaths, coughs,
Sneezes white froth and spits
Black kelp, chewed.
Medusas fly. Up
Front the polished armours of fallen stones
Glisten, while above the Border
Collie packs the herd into a dense, hard
Grey. The smell
Of wet wool rises
From patterned mittens. I
Bend, kneel and depose
Another broken umbrella amongst
The many at the feet
Of an overflowing can. My
Heels are exposed, the Koolie’s teeth
Too, as I return to the evening quest
For an empty seat on bus 484.

There is more than one
Tongue to cut, Tereus.
The king
Who takes what he wants never takes
Enough.
Quivering stumps will sing,
Fires leave a stinging tang.

Squelched into Arachne’s form,
Arms, legs, head; you
Impressed the shape of your
Scales on my skin,
Battering.
But women have shuttles too,
And fingers long weave
Wefts and warps in telltale patterns,
Meandering their way from eye to eye.

Athena is not only a patroness of weaving,
A bacchanalia is more than women feasting,
Replacing the blood that we loose.
Frenzied women have torn and scattered
Kings before.

We are only flesh once the bones are broken.

That much acclaimed seed
From your loins will soon fill
Your own protruding belly.
Procne procuring the roast,
I will turn the spit.

Turn.

Behold then my bespattered body,
And the head I hold;
No blood, no human warmth will ever
Warm your limbs again.

Let the spit turn. Let the feast begin.

“Are you alone?”
“Wait, I’ll close the door.”

Early I rise to
Catch the bus to
Catch the plane,
Another plane and
Another. Then
The bus again.

Passing by is the swelling earth,
Earth exuding winter.
April is the cruellest month;
Here it is May. Snow lays
In patches. No lilacs.
No crocuses yet, but long yellow straws
Flow like hair, unkempt and dirty.
This water cleanses nothing.
A child, I borrowed scissors, cut
Empty faces in the mounds of grass.
Then soon tired. I left.

Hushed poptunes follow
Our tracing of the fjords.
Daylight illumines the evening.
All is brutally clear as time ceases.