One Time is Added Where Almost Dying on a Sidewalk is Concerned

Sometimes time is thin
only change the brain
a little, stir the body
it melts together

Like evening stars
through thin silk
blown and tossed
it breathes, or seems to be

Irregular- only look
and look directly
at the pigeons bathed
in muddied puddles

pull it back to watch
the grown or frozen face
of wretchedness
or glutted fleeting pains

(or is it beauty after all? and how to stay and who to call?)

these things evade
and look- just look
or peek and all abandons
all discharges

you, or even laughs
to see the looker’s
scrutiny, or hoping
for the heated orb

But touch, or even speak
and it confirms
the seconds, hours and minutes
turn by turn

Waking

In the glittering morning gaze
ligaments and arteries rearrange around
in itchy lanes, and roundabout the heart
a traffic of irritated blood, ready

The bones stick still, encasing
still reminding organs
of their hymnal cadence-
senses leaping in the pews

A music known by some mad sparrow
quivers towards this stretched-out being.
In the routine ordering of systems
both imagine a fluttering edge.

There is no sun yet, no current
save these candles’ thin frayed satin
in her eyes, a self-seeing
through bleary and unfiltered shadow

before this stark strange light
the world unmade by contrasts
blessed a budding printed
play of semblances: the dust, the dawn, her body

her birth-splitting silence
rendering up to the earth and air-
both forms of self- the body and-
inflamed and anxious recognition move.

One Woman’s Philosophy Worn Out

To be and seem are one
She stressed
While seaming up my split sundress

So seeming so I left her there
The thought itself affords the tear