Ekphrasis 1 (NaPoMo #3)

April 6, 2016


open-mouthed sky
speaking over water

lightning punctuation

sun cowers in corner
while zeus corrects poseidon

Picture source


March 29, 2015

the cold came down nordic. each flake landing on its sibling, incrementally adding more depth to the blanketing whiteness. the only contradicting spots roads no one was traveling on. i know. It is my job to see. I am BiNoc, The Eye. Like the third, I see what is not visible. The horizon extends out before me unknowable only until i glance upon it.

i am human; with supernatural vision, yes but human nonetheless. snatch out my heart and i shall expire. that is why they keep me prowling a penthouse not my own, protected, barricaded, by men and women also not my own. i am given everything i want except that which i want most: to forget the horizon and get vertical. to explore up and down instead of left and right. to feel concreted earth beneath my booted feet. i am so hungry i even want to feel the swell of oceans.

water, of any appellation, was something i avoided in my past life. i didn’t drink it. i showered in it daily and that was the extent of my interaction. dishes, clothes, anything requiring water’s cleansing properties was taken care of out of my presence.

only in my dreams did the fact that of the earth’s inhabitants, water constituted the majority become a reality. in my dreams, i was dolphin, shark, shrimp, plankton, dead bodies, even women walking dusty miles to collect water from the rivers or streams i occupied. in detroit, i was blocked from pouring out spouts and diverted to golf courts. in my dreams, i was political in a way i never was whén awake.

the women wet
the waterfront
with womb water
delivering twin coral children
whose ceilings
are fluid
and permutable.

he is one. i am the other.
brother and sister
who knew our selves
before brackishness
and the rift
caused by the damming
of the river.

she and i, twin occupiers
of our mother’s womb.
the hierarchy of birth order
like gemini genes.

one stayed. the other went
-an absence that split the family
like a headache.

like choppy water
frothy and forthright
she spouts

the placidity of man
made emotion.

structurally unsound
deficient of reason
wet like a woman
she is fit
only for swallowing.

having grown to the depth
of a well
i could contain her
but don’t

having imbibed
and libated enough
to be at peace
i watch

she, whirling watery dervish
leaving in her wake
smashed houses
cars and broken glass
planes of an existence
thought permanent.

things of water #4

July 9, 2012

i stare at the water.
i walk around it.

i stare at the water inside.
i am bleeding.

my water mixes with the water.
i am drowning.

i ripple like sunshine
in the water.

i am heated
hot enough to be food for fish

except they like it cold.
i go down deeper.

i used to take myself to the river.
now i am here permanently.

things of water 2

July 6, 2012

the women wet
the waterfront
with womb water,
delivering coral children
whose ceilings
are fluid
and permutable.

Things of Water

July 1, 2012

like choppy water,
frothy and forthright,
she spouts

the placidity of my man
made emotions

structurally unsound
deficient of reason
wet like woman
she is fit
only for swallowing