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Someone is searching for Claire
looking under postage stamps
and examining the dust in corners
when the nausea comes
like fields of bluebells in the spring
is the way it iswaswillbe
forever and forever all men
",,,if I had to be stabbed with a dull knife, I would want you to do it, for
you have studied the technique so diligently,,,"
horizons unfold
like paper birds
their wings wet with rain
The beauty of a dead cat
silhouetted against the effluence of spring
wet fur matted
lips pulled back from pointed teeth
eyes eaten away by ants
dark holes ringed with dried blood
the body twisted in sensuous repose
the belly distended like a pregnant girl
the forepaws spread in amorous greeting
a welcome to eternity
(horizons are emptinesses)
Someone is searching for Claire
behind sofas
under carpets
in the backs of cupboards and the forgotten spaces between
bookcases
through cracks in lives where the love leaks out
spilling down glittering gutters
the seduction of decay
Life is swimming in the middle of the ocean
far from any shore
ringed by sharks, fighting the undertow
riding the swells up and down
head above water
barely
until exhaustion overcomes
and faintly flailing
sink
"I tasted tears at the back of my throat," Rebecca said.
and the lumbering behemoth
opens its jaws at last
Someone is looking for Claire
beneath the wheels of wrecked automobiles
interleaved with the clauses of lapsed insurance policies
in codas of sad songs
horizons bear the weight
of freedom
and failure
disappearing over this shoulder
or that
futures unseen dripping
from the bells of blue flowers
dissolution claiming everything in the end
the solution to the green emergence unfolding leaves in pale spring
"If love could solve anything, it would have done so by now."
Someone is searching for Claire
in places she never was
norwillbe
foreverandforever
the precept of all that is known
circles and revolves
with the swiftness of silence |
