Sincere Mechanics
05 June 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: out of doors
Open dead door — sleeping between the carousel and the water — you move like the moon — always in a different place —
or stay the same — and the cell doors and exacerbation — you’re going to write down the years — they will be your sincere face when history becomes the subject, the winners, the disabused decrepit —
ideologies — the dying of night becomes the start of the death for the next day — you slip between the fence posts, dig new holes in the ground — claim this patch of sand
to be your next model, your next work of art, your next timepiece — you slipped between waves, too — from the door, from the car, from the outside — and you don’t recognize…anyone
or the faces have been beside you for so long they are now disingenuous desire — patches on the quilt you’ve been burying for a while — storm cellars and basements
of flood and then you move — slink into the space between my heart and my house — and the mechanics of frustration halt me every gods damned time —
J.D. Harms 2021
Prompt:
Highs for today are predicted to be 38 degrees Celsius…so, let’s arrange some “natural” work, shall we? I know you all know I’m somewhat…
