A Leap in the Dark
(after Howard Hodgkin)
There is only one way out of the alley. There is only
one way through the rags of blue, a treeline
beside which to recline is to burst into flight
behind closed eyelids. This comes as the mountains are
pierced with a morphine pall of infatuating dreamlessness.
The orange wallpaper's simply host to a dry arrangement
of yellow bones placed like neighborhoods on top of a
black card table. It all boils down to the painted door,
the evasion that blossoms at the end of its rope.
The word mattress sinks through the bright water
faster than the word fuck. Her feet burn to be kissed.
Rulers, a cracked harness. Let's get you saddled
for riding. The room is a sunset of mechanical flowers all August.
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