where i've lain my head

A Poem by Steeven

Where I’ve lain my head

Estimated 10 pairs of shoulders-

Younger sister

Older lovers; accidental friend more like brother.

Some were strong, still and reaffirming as stone;

Few naked, covered

Soft, shivering, caving and deflating, falling into the known

Aloneness of the situation.

A couple were so slanted, bias, they allowed

My head to just roll off or shrugged to toss

Me in the air and hope I’d forget they were there.

Bus

Train

Seats and stations-

Montana musty

Idaho dusty.

Boulder in Penny Pack Park, sun open infant mouth,

Female family members walking dog below, they always mentioned

Stories of kids that perished in the creek, thought I should know, but all I could think about was the miraculous somersault off the rope, that still swung-slow above the water below.

A few cemeteries

Where no one should go.

Oh, roads, numerous,

A quick ode:

Glass in or on

Every one

Confound traveler’s mind

With ease you shown

The stars they find

Are but illusions-

To earth they bind.

If I told you I rested on thick cumulous clouds,

Would you then doubt that I’ve slumbered

Securely in the white of an eye, coiled `bout the iris

And awoke in the yolk of a cracked Sunday morning egg?

That I’ve broken a thousand dreams

With but a flutter of my tongue,

Passed away a million times on one patch of grass

On one perfect afternoon;

Would you doubt(?)

That thighs are boas and have cracked my walnut-moon

Skull to illuminate the room and see what walls were

Coloured hues close to those of their

Barbie’s shoes.

If I told you the hands

That cradle(d) my head

It’d pull too much of me

Out of my mind

And leave but little for

Future fingers to find

© 2012 Steeven

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~ stunning... very stunning work... i love the "cumulous clouds" and the closing especially... ~ you're a phenomenal phenomenon, monsieur steeven... so happy to meet you... :)