DIRGE II. the afterlife smells like ghosts [2 dancers]

Everyone slows down and locks the rearview mirror when the ambulance arrives.

Demise crosshatches the body’s sleeves.

How funny I look without skin.

Lacking the memory of other cells, the cell is lonely.

Inconsolable, the violas slip the page.

A gamelan can be ordered on Amazon.

Rumors perforate.

No one called once I gave up color.

It was an exercise in inflection before I straggled here.

Metaphors and allegory atrophied.

I lost my hypothesis, so I opened the divine with a can opener.

I didn’t want to spoil.

Burdens design their own burdening.

I was wiped out from being a pronoun.

There were questionable assumptions.

I’m stranger than before.

Things here don’t hurt so much.

War can’t explain daylight.

It’s your right not to watch.

The field of dandelions is clover—the lover, over.

Events take place in ellipses.

The aftertaste–an echo spilling syntax’s wire cage.

The day job had the subject scathed, teetering off the stage.

There were kinetic misunderstandings—a fallout of composure.

Someone will fill in the blanks later—the laborious paper chain.

We’re going somewhere like trains with no passengers.

The breathtaking panoramic scenery—volumes of photos no one prints or saves.

At the next stop someone might say something like Bedouins read stones, pitched stairs escalate, or the mannequins split our dreams.

Leading a camel to water doesn’t make anyone noble.

Even if we sing in languages we can’t comprehend.

At the next stop I might feel like going home.

Even if I mean everything I don’t remember.

This entry was posted in General. Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to DIRGE II. the afterlife smells like ghosts [2 dancers]

  1. Myke Todd says:

    Though I never sing in foreign languages, I am often found listening to many other than English. Home is either a good place from start from or go to at the end of a day.

  2. Steven Leek says:

    Using common syntax yet constructing statements that are surprising for their action or subject in juxtaposition, (I just realized I’m using MFA language that never helped me write a poem, sorry)

    • Krysia Jopek says:

      Thank you for reading my new work, Steven, and for your much-appreciated comment!

      I didn’t think the language was MFA or academic–just incredibly astute and knowledgeable about poetics.

      Again, thank you–for reading and taking the time to respond here.

      Best wishes,

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.