#751 - try not to close the eyes

 

22.i.22

751

3.22

try not to close my eyes

 

my handwriting is becoming someone else’s

paint won’t scrub

I’m elbows in the picture

 

let the fenceline prosper

hear the hollow pobble bonk

 

it’s light returning till

a pocketful of handsleight rhymes

away among

continuous harvest of days past

 

things I collect were never intended

shadows fall where rain stood

 

the brightening in patches now

we’ll call afternoon

 

gods are full of it

thick and fast, the moments, hours

 

notice the day, too, turning

 

my lapse a persistence

my time becoming time after me

 

make up whatever story you like

as long as you’re doing

 

was it safe in there, once they knew

to hide?

 

nor twice the same I am

led off

 

for innocence’ sake

I have changed the names to protect myself  

 

in the mirror

try not to close the eyes

I fear they may have me away