ayaladn

press the power on

nothing happens I forgot

that I knew how to

 

put it in reverse

in a while more even now

again I press on

 

nothing more idle

I recall remember when

I’ll be over soon

designat’d peace

a jigsaw a rigmarole

maroon out of blue

 

amber incident

crimp’d upon a flut’d lip

wound down rigolet

 

eggshell for a wall

popcorn thread bobbin cobwebs

iron red the bed

crystal spun or blown

glass press’d in molds&-cast as

split banana boats

graffiti’s ‘artists’

criticiz’d an architect’s

‘waterfalls’ design’d

as a wraith as wreathe

a restless endless headland

a sheath no blood