He ferrets in his room for connectors to shape his thoughts
probes the layers of memory for the person
to relate with the bellowing sea that he sees from the window.
A woman stands clutching her breasts, taking mouthful of air
as the muscles at the edge of jaw converge to a V near her neck bone.
The word is stuck in his throat, thankful of its presence there –
the previous month he had to go searching on all fours
under the bed to produce the right sound to communicate thirst.
Water he asked to clean himself between his legs where blood
smeared from desire that refuses to abate with age –
when the element of pleasure goes missing lust takes red colour,
ribbons of them draining through the pipe clogged with hair.
Scalding my tongue on a cup of tea, I blow cool air: seeing my mouth
puffed in the act he recognizes a gesture from a different time.
Sounds, images that drift through the sky gets lost in sheerness of blue,
I stand straddled across the wall reaching for particles that escape my grasp.
This is part of > Language > Place Blog Carnival. The theme is to encounter the Other in Language / Place : “The Other Place or The Other Language – animist, transcendental, mystical, beautiful, primal, erotic, wise or otherwise! It could be just the Other Side. Or the Other Sound. The Other Region. The Other Culture. The other way to a path. The other method of dealing with an issue.”
In my poem I attempt to use language to negotiate across the border of sanity, where aphasia prevails.