aDarkerMind

Too Soon To Crawl

too soon to crawl

through the pollen counting mainstream

from orthodoz to the life-line\'s lost trapeze.

each stretch of land more desert than repose.

complete control,

this circumstance, this melancholy mood

at home among the lilacs 

the devil\'s shades of summer in a still.

there is little yet to look at

now the holly squints and stutters like a lord.

no sudden light of consequence

shall overturn the gravel and the spit.

through the elephants eyes

that crumble as they fall,

how tall must be the long arc of a tongue

that dares to call our spade a mandolin?

there are a milion pregnant leaves beneath my chin

each one a shade of charcoal

fanning flames on Dartmoor

as the sea comes crashing in.

anxiety and doubt.

now swimming with the maggots

diamond-white with their fishing rods

dull, yet dutiful.

it is still too soon to crawl.

this circumstance, this melancholy mood

at home among the lilacs 

in the corner of a shoe;