Ungovernable
the albatross of mesh,
a darkened
storefront, the quick closing
of legs at the brush
of a fingernail.
Eyes scatter
like dragonflies,
all of them sweet, blue
and watching me.
There is a song
without words
concerning
promises being held,
being melted down
and somehow
held again.
On the beach,
white as ash,
a xylophone stretches
to the vanishing point,
all along the coast.
I played it all
through the night,
until my hands
withered to black,
the way bananas
might, sludge
dripping down
between the bars.
Empty
night beguiles me.
A pocket of air
in the throat
overwhelms,
the walls
of my cheeks
weeping poison,
I push hard
on the spot
between my eyes.
You're in there
somewhere.
