Art and Poetry

Spinning Head
Oh spinning head
Your eyes make me dizzy, blank face boy
Your mouth butchers a sentence beautifully
Like the small clouds that paint your morning
Abstract with fragile balance

You walk lightly the vertigo
While i dance and trip to simply be
Among the dogs at your heel

The afternoon has lost you
Sleep has gathered moss on the north side
We are cold and slow to move from the shadows

My dreams are dissolving now
Into the dark of our new moon
A cloud of gnats gone liquid and churning
A sour stomach, blood in black water

The fall was not graceful
the night overtook our vision
Shattering, we curled inside of ourselves to escape the storm

In a snails pace "one or three" he said "one or three"
It swam across my vision like bubbles in murky water
Flashes of light through dark syrup and I lay my head down
to take the weight off and he left me sleep

Insects half alive float across my vision
While fish hide their broken wings in the darker half of the bowl
Oceans churning "one or three" he said
like flashes of light through black water

Duncan 2001