seaboyman ~ poetry

Oneway

I'm happy we walk on time only once

And the fragile bricks fall as we do; gone

From behind to fix up with the future

So that we can only look back, reflect,

Relish, regret, wish along time's straight path.

But memory is a loopy road, laid

By us as the wheel's genie, like a poem

Written rewritten with forgotten words

Remembered, some things intelligible,

Some things intangible, some between two

Consecutive drops in the kitchen sink,

Some lasting a star's death. Written with spit,

Scratched, written with blood, r e w r i t t e n with b l o o d,

On a tree, on its leaf, on the midrib,

On veins on chlorophyll whose magnesium

Heart beats melody; some not read aloud

Some whispered. I take a turn and appear

Like existence with a sudden presence

And go like a dream and g o like a d r e a m,

Chewed, chewed from some O' clock to then O' clock

Stretched, stretched from this end to that end to those

Ends that are undercover beginnings.

~Ajay
4/2/19