ABANDONMENT / BEEP / COLOR THEORY
ABANDONMENT
The grace framing the trees
Crossed ankles on a wavering doll
No, hope was never material
I imagined myself in contacts—
Thinned to delusion
I saw better
Rising steady like the formula for a story
Colder and closer to the stratosphere
But a wisp of hair loosed is enough
To enlighten me, bring the hundred
Breathings down
And I broached sky
In the between frames where
The automatic let you go—
Long day
You put your music in
So poetry rides like the side of a knife
Through the bread left on the table
Serration heaving
Makes a sound
How else do I know morning?
Up the sky I’m a jellyfish
My reason is all this billowing:
The reel’s invisible appetite
The grace in framing.
BEEP
You always left your headphones
On, and wind through your
Cabinets, not really sleep
Gonna gonna backed up
Mirror snapped, beep beep
Do nothing, cut a cake
Chase a chorus on 10%
COLOR THEORY
Oh blue was
A dangling regular here but found it
Too easy to talk forever.
And red was keen to pull the strings
On every lark the dying sent me on–
Oh I’ll wear your shirt till the sun eats through it!
Then grief set spinning the verdant clocks
All wound a few paces
Before any heart.
Things were green and then you counted
Things are green, but the numbers loosed
Like phosphenes throw your pages
In the sky.
ATSUSHI IKEDA: