Solitude (in Five Movements)
i.
I pick my head up from the board
where it had lain down to rest my eyes
and my ears start playing pop songs.
no silence is allowed from stimulation
simulacrum of emotion.
ii.
A rabid iNtuition releases hounding branching thoughts:
the ducks spread, then multiply, multiply, multiply
the hunter has to chase them all
while his dog chews on his bones
and gnaws traitorously.
iii.
“The damn fire won’t decide to start.”
It’s caught between an explosion and
an enervation; the energy just won’t last.
Still the embers alone are enough to consume
like a hungry, mindful maw.
iv.
Vulture goes peck-peck-peck-peck,
had been sitting on his shoulder always.
It ate the eyes from the socket a week ago
the ears the week before that
all thats left is the beating beating heart.
v.
burning burning burning burning these thoughts
should be buried under mountains of mountains of-
should no longer be left with the Lone wolf,
voracious; loud; interminable; inescapable;
born inside the simulation of an emotion
in a mind.