One day, he swore,he would explore the west, track the settled sun until it surrendered to the blind-black sky, then follow its path by its reflection in the moon and stars. I shall be a solarnaut, a helionaut, an explorer of the wildest west, where the rivers meet the sanded sea, and the animals finally swim to their nirvana, eyes wide open to the shining ribbon on the squid-ink sea.
Well, I think the light over the gasworks is pretty neat, I said, regretting again going on a date with a poet.
Birds weigh less than air
and force themselves to ground.
A fluttering shake of wings
takes them to the skies again
a cloud a cataract a single point.
I feel my heart follow
soaring through the blueness
I feel my heart follow the birds.
Roses are red
So is my blood
Violets are blue
So are my lips
he cut the wet grass
his ideas honourable
prevent future fields
Until coffee my life
is a slow
slow motion replay
of every other Sunday morning
I am a camera person
you said
and the camera is in my head
tomorrow next year on your dying bed
I will remember what you just said
I am a camera person
you said
I am not a camera person
you said
I see I love I perhaps forget
the now is in the present
the future may see the past
I am not a camera person
The shape of a hand disappearing as the grass in silence rose again. The next day, after the overnight rain, it would be invisible. But the crucifix on the snapped chain was still there, buried crossbar-deep in the soft black earth. New morning sun then midday then night. The world turned and the victim’s next of kin wondered, not knowing yet what they had become.
If D = N,
THEN S >> A (or F)
fixed point in constant movement
Leaves fall.
I think of your departure.
The time arrives.
simonsalento 