Poem Of The Month: June 2015

ESCAPE

On this soil, imagine

dying. The shimmer

of

an amphibious

death

intrigues – an indeterminate

descend blurries

life on land, unsettled

as seen from beneath

the surface, an in-betweeness

insufferable and flickering:

Escapist, escape

this. Return, face down into

the land, taste the soil, it

is not

as bad asthat

is, it is akin to,

it is tolerable, indistinguishable, as is

all. Imagine lying upon it, dying, for the

last time. Dismissed images come

to mind, your iridescent eyes

and the millions before them,

irises of insignificance. Wanting to die

beside a specific building in America

is ridiculous next to this. Next is the belief

in the difference between spaces when we are all

seen in the eyes of another

lover, the eternal one unsuspecting. So stay.

Do not imagine

dying upon this soil for the last time

beneath water and suddenly seeing.

Imagine that every day the

world escapes, vanishes in imagination, and

That some sort of sun

remains.

Skulls by Teodoro S Gruhl