Lakey Comess


Air miles

                                              1

Take off to a silver lining. We live in clouds.
Extraordinary dreams travel place to place, wrapped in consecutive years,
trawling beaches, fragments, memorials.

                                              2

Pulsing gloom is crammed into a room.
Shake change in pockets, gain purchase of fortune foretold,
streamed into meaningful summary.

                                              3

Escape has been lost, tied up in drift,
harrowing memory. Night falls, at a loss.


Beautifully designed apologia

                covered everything from art to politics, light dusting of influences of language
on lines of discourse, mighty fine typography, answers without questions.

Now then, what's your point, opening secret drawers to folly?

Water spills from bird bath, trial's judged prior to indictment of alleged offender,
caution restrains footsteps, makes climbing the path laborious.

How much is it worth? Your fault or his?

I can remember wandering blindfolded, trying to pin a tail on something,
before research took over and the test group gave up.

Massed poppies cover a campaign table, diverting the general's attention from logical plan.
All I really wanted to know was How do we protect the ingenuous?


Insoluble puzzles,

                                                             1

                               edgeless shapes on hand-drawn map, enigmatic devices.
What purpose could getting (back) in touch possibly serve, gasping, full of remorse?

Diversion ends outside the gate, shamed, condemned, publicly vilified.
Hear for yourself, name names of those who elect exposure, startling channels.

Radical obscurity emerges fully clothed in textually visible aria.
Oh, your failing heart. Oh, your notional genius, cross-hatching borders.

                                                             2

Lament leaves a stain on old correspondence, ending precipitated by intervention.
Fragility puts pressure on application to alter the course of agreement.

Once broken boundary line, reinforced in black marker. There is no way past.
The guards are all armed. Who said the world is devoid of surprises?

                                                             3

Morning coffee is flavoured with tears. Imagine those after failed bid for refuge.
Sex and death in a peaceable country, compared to wave after wave, smashing shelter.



Lakey Comess, born U S A in 1948, has lived in Israel, South Africa and the Orkney Islands in Scotland and now lives in Glasgow. She has contributed to Versal, Big Bridge, Gulf Stream, Milk, Hutt, Otoliths, Hamilton Stone Review, Mad Hatters' Review blog, On Barcelona blog and other publications, also as Lakey Teasdale.
 
 
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