From the shadows I appear an imp

Red as an apple, red as the lips

That occupy its scabrous flesh.

My eyes wallow

Tucked into the furrows

Of their considerations

Veils woven of regard

And denser with time

Like the patches of a quilt.


A world of aqueous distortions

Awaits me, a world

Of seas pulled drop by drop

Through a channel smaller

Than a needle’s flirtatious eye.


My memories are cold

My bridges razed

Bat-winged passages

That shriek and nip.

I must be a masochist

To come here so often.


Your fingerprints

Sheath my bones

A film like the smut

Of cream on plastic

Water does not absolve

Your breach and soap

Does not penetrate scars.


My thoughts are with you

Against you, powerless

In their recounting

And what is the epoxy

That holds families together?

Is it blood?

Is it the thresholds of salt

Like the tracks of cocaine poured

Cautiously over a cosmetic mirror?

Is it the transmission of secrets?

The indictment of a soul

Too young to comprehend cruelty?

Is it guilt which boasts the deepest roots?


23 responses to “Epoxy

  1. “Epoxy”, visually stunning, emotional and powerful. My favorite line, “Is it the transmission of secrets?” The entire piece is amazing, thank you!

    Warm wishes,

      • Thank you, I believe I just have happy accidents, and get lucky from time to time, but thank goodness poetry is subjective, at least in my instance. You however, are able to create such beautiful imagery, and the metaphor use is wonderful, resulting in such strong writing. Thank you for sharing your work, it’s always a delight to read. Enjoy what is left of Sunday, and have a wonderful week.

        Warm wishes,

    • Thank you so much Tony but you underestimate yourself your poetry is really very good (I haven’t seen nearly enough of it!) and your comics are both profound and amusing

  2. Wow! Oh – I’m speechless – and breathless. This is *one* brilliant piece – excellent imagery, metaphor, choice of words, turn of phrase – it works absolutely stunningly.

    Bravo and well done. I am really moved by this piece Yves. 😀

  3. guilt does carry some rather deep roots…the fingerprints ont he bones film like smut…dont know if you meant the double play in that second line but it works…ha.

  4. A powerful stream of consciousness with some beautiful phrasecraft (eyes…tucked into the furrows/Of their considerations). Greatly enjoyed – well done.

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