Thursday, January 26, 2017

SONG REACH


TOILET TOP STILL LIFE


On a bottle 
That has,
Wrapped 'round it,
A ribbon threaded through a
Fake pearl,
I see a Playboy bunny. If it
Weren't a bottle but
Hugh Hefner's neck
It would be a befitting
Bolo-tie of branding.
He could wear it 'round 
The Mansion
Dressed as he wants
In robe and slippers,
Refusing to age.
To remain 
The adolescent boy
Preening in the sheen
Of magazines
In wealth 
And comfort,
Joined and
Held together 
In an empire 
Of sticky pages.

-jim hill (12-2-2016)

BUSY HANDS SWIFTER FEET

THE UNFOLDING CHAIR

NUMBERS

1.

I live in the here and now;
You, the there and then. What
Happens happened -
Is, in fact, happening. But what
Is, was, and is again
Between us 
Has only the sparest
Relation
To time 
Or its segmented systematic
Constructs. It is.
That's all

2.

If this were a song
It would disrupt
And violate - your world
Whose world? You ask 
In a sing-song voice
That I not sing again
Sign again - after all,
You say - keeping a 
Sort of peace between us -
It's all been sung before and
I'm tired. Go back to sleep
Sing in your dream
If you have to.

-jim hill (10-28-2016)

GIRL SECRET ZERO

Her secret zero was such
That anything void of value
Resided in a register: a complicated accountant's ledger
Where red 
Battles black to a draw. Nobody wins nor do they lose as nothing is ventured towards capital. Suitors find
Her calculating, not cold - 
distant - at a safe remove -
An overlook where she sees
All sides and leaves nothing to chance. 

As days grow into quarter-centuries, her vetting
Takes on a studious fervor. There are height v weight ratios, lies 
Discovered during the interview processes, with the barrage of questions more probing and invasive with each successive candidate.  Her life has now become Fort Knox, a sandbagged battery where she reigns as administrator, work-drone, and CFO. No product is made , but security is upheld as a corporeal goal, no wage; rather evaluative sin. Fortresses often die from the eroding of infrastructure, the walls too high to remain upright. She was her own Fed, Fannie Mae, and other stalwart pillars - too big to fail; not to fall.

-jim hill (10-5-2016)

MORNING IS A LONG WAY