untitled (complicated)

 

“Hmmm………..

well….

it’s complicated.”

 

looking into the eyes, the drift down to the floor,

slow blink,

breath inhale

taken

in

5,…6,…7,…8,….

the chimes from the

near by

church,

through the open window,

and she’s smiling.

 

flutter

the wings

pigeon multi-flap

from the spider

on the sill,

and she breathes with

pungent animosity,

the sarcasm spitting

the flesh tones un a

bashed,

and tainted disbelief,

the spinning lids

roll the trust off the edge and into

the gutter.

 

i listen for the moment, on the shallow puddle,

the fish gasp writhe,

for the guard to drop,

for

the

gate

to

open.

 

to reveal the intricate,

 

to let loose the complicated,

onto the implicated.

 

 

Reviews

[Shemena Campbell]

"the spinning lids
roll the trust off the edge and into
the gutter."

Really f*****g cool.

I enjoyed the heck out of this poem. You caught that moment right before a betrayal perfectly. Good show.

S.