My hands twitch with electric fingers
My eyes roam between the sky and rooftops
My feet are chasing each other in the dust
When I fold out this map of futures
And trace the lines laid out
Still I don’t get
Anywhere and
Nowhere is everywhere
To be found
When my father smiles
When the clouds part
When his hand in mine
When a balancing act
When a dead end
When the sea roars
When our wings flap
When the sky’s high
Seagulls fly
And swoop
And rise
And twirl
They fall
The tide
And the flood
And we drown
And we fall
We fall
I just tried something else:
AND
when the breathing
stops
AND
when a body is
born
AND
when it is ready to
provide
AND
when it gives
birth
again
you show-off, belly-in,
mind-out dream of
no substance, no
idea of what’s what
but the world loves
you and feeds you and
will bury your nameless
corps down deep
My face reflected
In a puddle with
Water I wouldn’t drink
But clarity can
sometimes come from
shiny surfaces
The mouth breather enters the hall
as the love burner crashes into a wall
Hold on to your crutches, feel like hell
offer no absolution to the meaning well
Fold like cloth, bend like branches
and all the while the stench is
breath-takingly obvious for those
with half a nose
So, I, am me, like me
and you
can’t see
The truth is not loud
It is not even true
It’s just there, to not
Even be there
Blind and mumbling
Unspeakable and
Hardly breathing
And when I hold it and
Weigh it in my hand, it
Feels heavy and cold
I can see right through
And through into everything
And nothing, beyond
Indefinitely Autumnous
My liver spotted, even
Though my grave was dug
Already dreadful, my
Penny drops but the spoils
Are never mine to keep
My face hurts and
My heart glows
Unsteady hands
Refusing to hold on
And when the glass
Shatters, pieces
Of your smile are
Everywhere I look
Twan is here 