crowlegs

I’ve mapped the stars through inversion

The reflection of a deadlocked pool

Superficially favoring a change of course

*

This love accumulating over time

Has grown exponentially more exhausting

I suffer from neither contrition nor objection

Only the unshakeable conviction

That “I” as the subject have died

*

So much of your heart remains uninhabited

Immaculate white rooms with no juxtaposition

We sleep with our backs facing, crepuscular eyes

Seeking truce in a bilateral quarantine

*

I find you in the belly of false stones

Unable to extract a single door or window

From your departure, the fireplace

Winks knowingly from across the room,

There is no heat left in her body,

Only hypotheticals

Advertisement

34 thoughts on “Deadlock

    1. It is I was intrigued and creeped out by it simultaneously. Thank you for your note yesterday where I’d written om instead of on it took my forever to see it! Thanks so much Jenny =)

  1. I find the thought of an uninhabited heart disturbing. It’s what you are saying about the persona that is scary, and then how pathetic a vision of a person that then is. I found this disturbing Yves, and I guess one would hope a person who was lacking heart would soon find ways to fill that void. You had me thinking with this one.

      1. I like this topic, I’m thinking of my own version of it, Deadlock I mean not your poem….would never think of touching anything of yours……just an intriguing topic.

  2. We sleep with our backs facing, crepuscular eyes
    Seeking truce in a bilateral quarantine
    I find you in the belly of false stones

    such an inspired passage in a brilliantly disturbing poem,
    thankfully i’m not there now, but i’ve known this ‘place’.

  3. Potent, dark, evocative….especially moved by “There is no heat left in her body,/ Only hypotheticals.” I think it resonated with the dancer, as well as the woman, in me. Thank you for your work.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s