Sunday, 25 March 2012

comic book jargon


We see the body drop
            under, probably nowhere.
            Someone's cooled on distance,
                        outside, beyond perception.
Under the glow striving to be,
                        as in be,
            being, belonging, having form
                        for our vision, some conception, maybe.
            This green could be purple
                        and shadows
                                    wherever they desire to be -
                        only shade and a reflection not behind her,
in front of the mirror, looking out.
Is it a window?
Or is it a bird?
            Up there.  Right in front of you.
                        Sad face,
                                    while he said it was ‘contemplative.’

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