Experimental

Acts

i

Computer;

the choices where

your statues are thicketed by memory

ii

your terrific faces,  pressed lips 

in concentration

in the shower/ under bedsheets-  

that your one stilled face could change 

iii

hitachi wand,

the captured shudder

in the still drum gong,

cradled like the bending grass,

lip bites to punctuate her acts with self

iv

coming,

slow thump

of a euphony’s million meshing

breath,

a small fleet

a truth of blown colours

now,

fingerprints opening upon tight stubble