in dubio pro reo //

this is not a protest poem against doubts/the moon’s new nightgown, sickness, rage,
not a poem against Anything in fact

except stuff that drills little holes into our bones/undiscovered first/
until they cracK/aMessofShards&all we are
ScReeeEAMs, bREAKs,sPReads arms, face down on the floor, hoPeVersusHope//doNt daRe2BreaTHe
—————— until the keeper of the clock bows low

in my hand
a white cane, shepherd’s staff, a snake, spade, satellite, a set of missiles, spear, binoculars, a pen–

we write letters
like we did before “Digital”
flow of iNk, a stamp

the waiting

&all afternoon-after-school magazines tumble wildly through her room
glossy mOuth&chest, price tags in three currencies
we couNt &split them
equally, cross checkmarks in a list,
pile paperstacks onto our bikes,

&share the money

friendship. is the sum of thousand tiny things
i say.

to no one. in specific

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12 responses to “in dubio pro reo //

  1. Many of those small things that comprise friendship are also undefinable…and exist regardless to what they are subjected to…be well my friend.

  2. It makes me so happy to see new poems from you. 🙂

    I love these:
    “the moon’s new nightgown”
    “until the keeper of the clock bows low”
    “in my hand
    a white cane, shepherd’s staff, a snake, spade, satellite, a set of missiles, spear, binoculars, a pen–”
    “magazines tumble wildly through her room
    glossy mOuth&chest”

    I always enjoy looking for deeper layers hiding inside your capitalization. Keep writing; we all miss your work.

  3. Love this, even for no particular reason, in that when words need to be penned they simply flow. Always love hearing from you here. Hope you are well.

  4. Love the images. We musn’t protest friendship. It is so precious to share even little things, minor activities. So nice to be reading you again.

  5. Stunning indeed, and friendship a thing to hold dear, in the entire sum of its parts. I do hope the cracks are being filled and that you are well.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  6. I love many things you describe here, and first is the ‘clock keeper’, some ‘nutcracker’ spirit and what you have in your hand – prepared for something unexpected, the whole story…and of course, to write in old fashionable way, like people communicated before to feel each other closer…cain? broke? – really sound like temporary things, obstacles meant to teach us a new important lessons, and – friends that we need keep dear… ~ I feel this poem promises something whimsical filled with real life….to be written yet…