two by two

by


for Patrida Blake & Leighton Craig

 

with your ear

pressed to a bovine temple

you transcribe the message

from the hammer

enamel circles

that fall into

what they fell

out of →

(pupils) gamma-red

offer two corneas from one eclipse

before it inhales itself

as a squared shadow

listing like a glass boat

yet to be built in a dream

yet to be slept is our ark

waiting for its enigmatic parade

of colour & consciousness

two by two

the flesh on this surface is memory

distinct from its inoculation of the senses

touch dispersed at this distance

is always recorded is always there

to harden bones in unknown meditations

in lush licks of the brush

the father is painted into the picture

and out of sight

in this small university

layered green with insights

we muster silence to intone its forms

but it can only point

to where we stand

even the thoughts of others

remain as self portraits

of ourselves

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standing

by


for Lincoln Austin

 

we were shown the bones

of a 20ft diamond

 

how something

could be born into →

yet orphaned from ←

its own light

 

a cage turned inside out

like the shirt of a geometric god

offers its freedom for yours

 

even stones wilt at this angle

 

mirrors all teeth in your reflection

 

safety in the radiance of its core

that blinks the lost language

of a diving bell without water

 

we trust in what we see

only until it sees us

 

our personal horizons

neatly coiled in a drawer

before one swallows the key

belonging to the other

 

your smiling head

on its quantum pillow

itself asleep in fluid dimensions

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LF/KK

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LF/KK

 

 

imagining

the Lucien Freud portrait

of Klaus Kinski

 

a few extra pounds

 

hair the glare-grey

of morning fog

 

his skin

covered in arguments

instead of tattoos

 

his crazy stare

might escape the skull

with a knotted bed sheet

 

 

powder blue eyes

preserved as cufflinks

buttoned back through the lids

before burial

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