STILL LIFE  

Plate rests on the bowl

There is no room on-

the bed side table.

Haiku in haiku

out, a clean slate every-

day in day out again.

Sky walking, your poem

Held me up, Raymond Carver

'Imagine that wire'.

Tight-rope of

literature, you held my

hand stepped out

 

Constipation pain

Like a bag of shit tied up

in a bag of skin.

 

Disability-

is in my nature, it makes

nothing of me, shell

even if it makes 

somethig out of you

Herni Michaux

I am nobody in

Hell-cell, shell shock-

Took my name away

 

A doorway, portal

of poetry, took me down 

new path to the waterfall