Monkey bars

Vacillation in the non-
sense
of getting out of your
own damn head-skull,
not all oohs and aahs.

Fidgets and itches, twitches
pangs signal the need to flee
for your Life

But trapped-
as we are
to-gether-against
the wall closing doors
pushing on the pain-
body, as a name does
Nothing

to rectify, identify,
but objectifies, justifies,
the lies and immersion
in madness, a persistence
in
Obstinance

won't let go, cannot make
either one
unknow the chosen
words.

Painting by Evelyn De Morgan, 'The Gilded Cage' c. 1919 [Public domain].

Two ships atop the sea

Far is relative to center

the mid-hole

from which we pivot

against the magnet that repels us.

Hang on-

filaments frayed figure eights,

the vapor traced apparitions

by degrees, the skin tightens.

Drawn toward

warm is closing in on sought,

locating by looking, two palms burn

like wicks awash in golden light.

Where were we? Trajectory fell

plane flat, or rock bottoms held on,

we know what happens

when we touch the spinning Top. 

Painting by Émile Vernon [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.