Fill It Up Again (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 10 Dec 2018 in Art, Poems

Your climbing crowds you in

In the way your legs jam with kin into a record-smashing

Replication of nature’s law for

Forcing symmetry on monocellular things

Neither can you break into wing, or sink

The inside of this bucket wasn’t meant

To galvanize your dancing eyes

With the charm of permanence.

The daily ladle of new-skimmed stuff

Salts you into belly-up exposure

You and the other meatballs here suck onions

Half a cup of Hungry Jack a tip to thicken broth

So the starchy ways of truth cohere

Patterning in stabbing-fingered hexagons

Would you rather be a snowflake or an algal bloom?

As though you wore the shoes of haute couture

Baffled to balance toeholds without heels

What else have you too-muched upon the world?

Your supertelegraphic eye for holes

Unplugged with trouble-making pegs ill-fit

Where none before suspected it

You make a fault

And that is a tidy gift

Fill It Up Again