smiling yellow teeth

lightning strikes still bodies

reduced smell of malaria

an old man with a cane walks through the smoke

of crumbling galaxies encased in winter /-

his throat engraved with ancient asthmatic carvings

airy daemons black holes in lungs

coughing up flim from century-old mine subsidence

his cane taps rhythm taps spinal tap /-

frozen frozen frozen

freeze-dried afterbirths in the eyes

a hypodermic chill on breath

migrates to the Himalayans

where grizzled wrinkle Cherpas conduct esoteric experiments

and plod along on cascading pilgrimage

past avalanches of constant dimension

one layer always behind the other

other layers always behind the one /-

in his heart are hospital rooms

corroded through with cholesterol

steady diets of saturated fat and alcohol

distant memories of depression

or senility

or amnesia /-

all paths forgotten now

with all rooms vacated

spectral essence of demolished buildings

lingering in the half-light

where moths and scorpions glide

across yellow pyretheum windows

adjacent doors no open or close

not static

neither here

nor there /-

an entity painted

across rivers of dry flesh

let it rot in remembrance of a ‘you’.

Reviews

[Omar Fendri]

I opened the medical dictionary a couple of times honestly. The scene of this poem is enigmatic, however it is understandable as long you try to read it at your leisure. The medical vocabulary just add an enjoyable intricacy to the description. You've got a very unique style here, and... I just can conjure up that hospital rooms... I mean his heart's hospital rooms...
~a hypodermic chill on breath
migrates to the Himalayans
where grizzled wrinkle Cherpas conduct esoteric experiments
and plod along on cascading pilgrimage~ LOVE, LOVE.