Wit, Weather and Grace

Realise I haven’t brushed my teeth in
maybe three days
the slime around the edges
of the gums is hardening into
a little shield against which
the water clanks. What worth
in everything from before?
It was not somnolent I’m sure – years
that were a constant change,
that were a constant
struggling in a gale against some image of
uptown girl
in contrast with  “marry me marry me”
on slate floor, the one which scratched easily.
Still in search of the painting
one I shamefully
tried panting into your breath at the end of each day,
rain water, heaving smoke,
clawing at melting dresses in receding air
always almost
but a bright brilliant never

enacted now in minutes which are not of the same type.
Now there are minutes not of the same type.

A voice grins out of the reflection
translating the grammar of the lonely wet mirror melody,
blue underneath, above and in eye holes
(volume just high enough)
a shimmering guide, an outstretched nail in
quiet light:
evidence suggests we know enough already,
know enough to inhale whiskied cells
and ask only where the next meal will be,
whether or not there is a home here
that will grow granite roots unknown cultures,
be able to explain floating in a sea
at the edge of the eye, yawning
then yearning then bursting on the tips
of each oncoming wave, to drown
the life to come with nectar tomorrow,
dipping brushes into ambrosia making the
symmetry neutral helping shape the foreground,
getting as close as possible in hue
to the handmade white light,
to the shock point
not of no return but eternal recurrence, joy of
misery, soft tornado spiral patterns, again again
again, like a wire frayed and still, still fraying
possibly golden growing off of petty funerals.

Don’t try to make any mistakes can’t
really call it what it is yet – but
ask genuinely “why not?”
Tell even those to whom you would rather not speak:

“Spend your time folding flowers
in the coming months now
spend your time repairing
tying veins together
enjoy the time you spend
months in coming, your
tying now the repairing
in together spend
veins folding in
coming time after
months together now
in flowers enjoy
repairing spend
the time golden
after repairing
growing veins
time folding
the coming now
tying together all
it is and was
it is
and was
all all only
wit, weather and grace.”