How I Learn
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 10:05 pm
like a tortured secret...
like a long john drip dried up side down
in Arkansas wind...
like a nosebleed
up to the rim of the bucket below...
an icicle of congealed pebbles
hangs over the interlaced
bamboo
sticks
tickst
icksti
ckstic
kstick
sticks; the tip
of the glacial cone drips
its unction through the rungs of the cold pyre,
as each inch of the sunrise
drops with a speed of stone
and takes it dues from the hollow of the chime
as tangle strands of breath lunge,
eyes see not a thing inside the harrowed
field of vision but ears catch
the time-cascade through
the sound-carcass.
“I heard but
saw nothing.”
like a long john drip dried up side down
in Arkansas wind...
like a nosebleed
up to the rim of the bucket below...
an icicle of congealed pebbles
hangs over the interlaced
bamboo
sticks
tickst
icksti
ckstic
kstick
sticks; the tip
of the glacial cone drips
its unction through the rungs of the cold pyre,
as each inch of the sunrise
drops with a speed of stone
and takes it dues from the hollow of the chime
as tangle strands of breath lunge,
eyes see not a thing inside the harrowed
field of vision but ears catch
the time-cascade through
the sound-carcass.
“I heard but
saw nothing.”