The Exactitudes of Chocolate
Exactitudes of time:
fever, death, love;
and time: That should;
but still:
I collect the pain. Over! Done! -
and still...
like a sheet drawing up on death-
frozen there-
I see under, still-
and the eyes move.
I think-
it will disappear -- poof!
incantated by the geometrical.
Dreams
will cover, or
ice cream - chocolate - new confederates
will sheath me:
candy covered.
The voices of another day
reward with haziness
and finally draw the blank
of something forgotten,
something buried,
like a toy
in a dark closet.
But, still - even now,
I walk down that street,
(I often walked)
full of eyes,
(eyes were all I knew)
and I remember.
He didn't come back.
Even gooshing mud through my tows but,
I would remember,
I would always remember.
Maybe he couldn't
Grand Island
1976
Grand Island Series
©1976 The Exactitudes of Choccolate — Joseph W. Yarbrough
Reproduction prohibited without written permission.
fever, death, love;
and time: That should;
but still:
I collect the pain. Over! Done! -
and still...
like a sheet drawing up on death-
frozen there-
I see under, still-
and the eyes move.
I think-
it will disappear -- poof!
incantated by the geometrical.
Dreams
will cover, or
ice cream - chocolate - new confederates
will sheath me:
candy covered.
The voices of another day
reward with haziness
and finally draw the blank
of something forgotten,
something buried,
like a toy
in a dark closet.
But, still - even now,
I walk down that street,
(I often walked)
full of eyes,
(eyes were all I knew)
and I remember.
He didn't come back.
Even gooshing mud through my tows but,
I would remember,
I would always remember.
Maybe he couldn't
Grand Island
1976
Grand Island Series
©1976 The Exactitudes of Choccolate — Joseph W. Yarbrough
Reproduction prohibited without written permission.