Tape Me, I'm Yours.

Tape Me, I'm Yours.

Outside the window, it is cold.
The lily roots lie in a tapestry of hills.
The leaves freeze into a metal bloom.
A gag of wind from the north blows
the nervous shadows of trees.
I have grown flat.
A spawn of confetti surrounding the can.
I am the woodsmoke guest of my couch,
drifting off and on to watch the weather.
I dance alone in immaculate silence.
I try to gentle the lonely music with movement.
There is some wounded thing that shifts
beneath the cushions of this couch.
It keeps me restless and tired.
Invisible rolls of bandages
and paper tape litter the floor..
A huge gap of dark distorts
a rack of coats by the door.
My head is moist and pressed
against my pillowed arm.
If I had a nurse chain handy,
I would pull the alarm.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

this touched my heart deeply..
I wish I had words of consolation or encouragement..
I wish I could put into flowery and poignat words how beautifully this is expressed.
all I can offer are a few tears. it's a humble offering..one that doesn't need my hands or my approval to exist and move toward the altar.
It just seems wrong to point out the obivious truth of the beauty you've captured here in rhythms and word play and imagery..layerings withstanding...
there's a dissonant tone between the darkness of the subject matter and the evanescence and power in ths skill of it's portayal..IDK what to say.
I really don't..but I tried.

[Ed Hart]

from out here in the e-thers, know that there are those who love you, who take comfort in the warm sharing with you, and we are more than few...

[Emily B]

I heard your voice of longing as it floated over the hills on the wind
I tried to catch it in a mayonnaise jar
like those lightning bugs years ago
but it escaped out the holes in the lid.

I expect the feeling must have floated halfway across the country by now . . .

[W.k.kortas]

There is loss by the bucketful here-- the references to loneliness and the "gap of dark"--but is presented matter-of-factly, almost flatly, as one would expect from one who is tired and resigned. It is form and message working hand-in-hand, and it is flat-out damn brilliant.