Ekleksographia: Wave 4.1.c: "At the Atchafalaya's Edge"

To the Dark Vowelled Words
after Dylan Thomas

When you lambed the forest
like a lion licking, soft fur fluffed
calm as cotton in the trees cloudy
like comfort, my heard heart flurried.

Telescope, teleological trope,
tell me how that dark spot spoke!
Tell me circles ache and spark,
speak of how they pout for ticks
of time whitebearded slow.

Smart of yes and smart with know,
remember how we trolloped the fields
like dumb girls remembered?
Your skin was flush with fractals then,
favoring mathematical means and eras.

Remember once my hard heart
fit and flared upon a scope
flat and sharp for silence
forever evered and so smartly.

beginning to end

you start split in a world made of cracks
that sliver into fits when fists fly the air
unconscious. you meet the night and shatter
stars ripped from love a life once tore.
agony big of blast and infinitesimal.

you fill with other eyes, pull and tear
stranded shocks of sense like cold, cold water.

the planets pivot, pirouette, touch toes
in smooth shifts of alteration.
a universe quakes and pounds, gawping
flowers beautiful in purple bursts
bruised from petals once picked
and stuffed into a mouth
like a scared crow.

sometimes snowflakes. burdens turn to stone
statues that weather while the world
winds on toy top dancing. the bright
glistening roll of tongues happy and dogged.

this does not become you.
you are rivered in blood and huffing
the dirtlike dust of the wounded. one day
will wake your hopes full of dreaming.

What the See Saw

Once upon an ocean wave the tittermatorter frothed from a crest to teedle and dandle. It stuck centered in the sand and wavered in the wind. The ocean fondled it with fingers of foam and it ebbed and flowed through the tidepools. Crabs climbed on top and stacked a clack of bodies on one side and the others flew through the night to became special stars that showered red anger and pushed people to do naughty things when the lights went out. Muscles mounted and wedged their blueblack bodies crusted like fists until they tilted the other side down and the scaphognathite fixed because muscles are too tight and stingy with their flesh. One day the muscles were bored because the board moved neither up nor down for moons despite the ocean rising and the wind and gulls calling towards horizons, so they left because the sun beamed and they were missing all the action. Then the flies came and almost were a plague but bad hygiene stopped them and the ocean ate them like a toad. Sometimes fish would flip their fins to test the totter but nothing happened because they were too tiny, and the whales and dolphins were too busy flipping spirographs through the sky to have interest in going up or down depending. A walrus once got his moustache caught and the barnacles bade him goodbye and clung to his cheeks and eyes until he turned into what we now know as the mountains. Many things happened. Then one day a boy blew a whistle, tossed a stick the dog brought back and saw just what the sea saw. He went back to beginnings to make sense of all the ends. He suffered through the sea's crude breeze, counting innumerable starts and stops while standing still alone upon the seesaw.