[live chat]
¿are you
on the other side
waiting
for alarms
in a desert
of sleepless
evaporations?
¿are you
beside yourself
in the aisles
that distance
makes shorter
than light waves
in the daylight
that pounds
a lead slab
in the soup
that the winter
dissolves?
¿are you
the signal
that another plane
carves into wings
in rounded contusions
of a late afternoon
storm,
full of sparks
that the night hurries out
on Locust and serial
cheeks
shrouded
in shiny costumes?
¿are you
a circle
like juntas
that the winter makes clear
on the shaved orbiting molecule
that the ear revolves
around,
in a retreat
of explosive
fossils?
¿are you
memorizing
the connections
between the hand
and the foot
and the torso
in reverse
of the automatic?
¿are you
materializing
the unknown
without weather
to increase
the planet
otherwise?
¿are you
pocketing
the insurance claims
that parkas
and snow equips
with sutures
and hand grenades?
¿forever?
¿are you
increasing
the tackle box
full of piers
to widen the sea
and shorten
circuits
full of trees?
¿are you
feeding the unworn
through a parallel
shapelessness
in desert blooms
on the roots
of a tarp
milking masks?
¿are you
remodeling
the world
as a breathing
action doll?
¿are you
calm for knots
like the guardian hell
that a sewer makes
for angels
in their last testimony
skewered
like the pony
was?
¿are you
freezing in the open
course that half
of everything
enumerates
like clouds?
¿are you
unwound in a fear
that a jacket
stores
for feed, in easy
shows
and rented
faces on the pain
of entry?
¿are you
good
like ovens?
Copyright Credit: Roberto Harrison, “[live chat]” from Counter Daemons. Copyright © 2006 by Roberto Harrison. Reprinted by permission of Litmus Press.
Source: Counter Daemons (Litmus Press, 2006)