suite apres-midi

Frenzy
Like chopping at potato
With a furious knife
Whatever comes out
Is alas
frenchified

whenever you start on that
walk
you gather sunset and carry it
forward
in the distance
your light is golden

my bark reached the beach
and then did I sound whiney
with my pupils dilated and my wits forfeit
I feel beat and my feet feel tiny

Hammer on skin
Has never produced
Anything more rousing
Naturally
The hair stands
And all within that’s hiding