poetry – Page 4 – mabel lee

Sound Exercise

Exacting the pull of pressureon the sleepless plight,the ribbed cuffs and cuffedribs of the play. Explaining each inverted colorin the old spinning yarn,in the dark dustwe know as night —

Revive

Thought is the armor you put on —beauty at each limb. The similes push over ontothe wrong train stops, (private motion of reversing).They protect you from elongated eyes,and hollow boot heels. You write, Milling around like a senator, Milling around like — rain, as loud as a nerve, as nervous as a drain.

After-school hours

Through the barred window,the wilted flags unsure of whichway to lean. Weeks so volatile,not knowing sometimeswhere reason is kept, the border of concrete of things:Everyday art is an interpretationof gestures, lines, appetites. These days somebody elselives in you.