Mormon Love, or Something, Something.

from this year's NaPo. April 4th's to be exact:


Mormon Love, or Something, Something.

Poeticks in water, string-finned
and swimming, Tawdry gills
pluck breath from seas
as lint from mothed scarves.
But you said, “You see,
quite simply, the sea,
has nothing on the stars”

So you dragged fish knuckles to the shore,
left scales behind like sinners,
dropping off and drifting
between Knock knees,
Knock knees,

Who’s there?


The ground, though,
had a rope hugged your ankles,
called it ‘gravity’
And drove a stake through to keep from air.

Listen;
after 2000 years of lidless days, spent
like foodstamps on dirt
You softened to the thought of stars,
not only at night, but all the worthless while.
So held a poesy rope ‘round your poesy throat
and once tied to a kite,
pressed it to the winds and begged
(On Knock knees, Knock knees,
--There.)
To learn to swim that height.