A Series of Good Investments

By | 24 July 2007

He sits with his thumbs in knots
a sparrow nestled in his stomach rolls
no need now for further talk of flight
or the lack therof, no need for further, distance
or any departure time, long distance call or marker.
No need for further talk.

 
*
 

Waking early, he returns to sleep.

 
*
 

Every childhood memory now tries
to overwhelm him, laugh and carry him
into their tombs. He stands at the entrance
to each, evades their attacks
then pushes them into the silence.

 
*
 

He sits beside a river and without moving
or disrobing dives in naked. He hears
the melodies of fish, looks up
lipreads the love calls of birds he cannot name
and can no longer find a reason to.

 
*
 

A whiphand, without its whip.

 
*
 

The desperate need for things to finish
has been arrested outside the city gates.
The trial begins tomorrow and, it is said,
no result is expected.

 
*
 

Tied up against a tree, he remembers
the ropes are on the ground. He whistles
and they rise, cobras without heads
without fangs. Useless ropes dancing.

 
*
 

There was consciousness, unconsciousness, preconsciousness,
a conscious effort, an unconscious action, a preconscious knowing,
a conscious reminder, an unconscious thought, a preconcious doubt.
They walked together along the riverbank, wondering why
they'd never enjoyed each other's company before.

 
*
 

Several of us will be visiting
several others of us later.
You're welcome to come. He,
of course, will be there, his sparrow
stretched across his shoulder blades
a motorcade running down his back
and, when he looks down, something
remarkably like a city
but nothing like a building
will come into view on his chest.

 
*
 

The city lifts its ban on autumn.
Maintenance crews lean on their shovels.

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