The Right Notes

As the funeral carriage
grinds to a halt,
gnarled by constraints
every bone shatters:
miserable fall of bodies
toward granite beds,
asperities of lower
piano strings, straws
pulled at random.

All previously held truisms collate,
held together by sheen vapours a
opaline white substance, transmuted
humus of old age, runs profusely
all the way down, into every crevice.

Ionosfere

Sunchimed.

Not as in nature,
but rather, vertical:
vertically disabled,
vertically crushed.

Unwillingly
experiencing different flight,
as described in
the many voices in polvo
pullulating our stairways.

From daze to daze,
comes your turn to experience
the crushing pressure
pullulating your stairways.

Planes

Duvet

Eyes wide open when
skulls and crossbone clad
you, barely filled hoody, dream
of Hinterland factory smoke:
rather, reap all pleasures of illness,
head tucked under your duvet
like a cosy caped Palermitan monk,
fitting shroud for birthing a new self,
some other day.

Acute, intruding, rush
power lines obstruct view,
fiery they scorch a somewhere
you never knew you had,
curdle your brain at brow's height.
If that fever runs higher
(thirty-eight degrees or more),
if Sunday's thoughts freefall
(thirty-eight feet or higher):
eyes wide open, skulls
and crossbone clad monk.