Change, Poetry, Relationships

Still Move Through

Put it on ice
at first
to keep the swelling down.
Pain masked
is the absence of pain. The mind
is both
and patsy.
It’s game. 

It will throb.
Talk like an auctioneer
over it. Back up and run
like a diesel
over it
Keep turning
it until
it’s tilled under
and at last
pulse reclaims its place
as the beat
that drives
this rig.


1 thought on “Still Move Through”

  1. Having once taken the plunge the situation that preceded it becomes obsolete which a moment before was alive with malignant rigidities

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