Tidal Theory

Fleeting; in the long faced evening
A cockroach rattles between cracks
Searching for perfume

On a curling path, if drawn in with
Needle tip, resembles the unraveling
Of hair pushed against

The embankment of shears; a sullen
Thread to lower the hollow stones in
Your pounding chest.

6 thoughts on “Tidal Theory

  1. you know, the first few lines made me think of eliot’s “love song…”

    kind of sad and existential and universal

  2. you know, the first few lines made me think of eliot’s “love song…”

    kind of sad and existential and universal

  3. i second that.

    if there was ever a poem to read and read again — that would be IT. the godfather of modernist poems, practically.

  4. i second that.

    if there was ever a poem to read and read again — that would be IT. the godfather of modernist poems, practically.

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