THE HEIGHTS

by Robin Reagler

 

 

Hoohooooooo

a man kneels down
before an even
more powerful man

his hand imagines
a cat
with lonely fur


curtain            seltzer              

weapon          lover  


as the train whistle
scratches the face
of distances

a powerless man lives
with phrases
stuck in his head

the barber's neck,
the barbarian's
necklace

and weather frets
as it lights up
a pane of glass

insomnia blows bubbles
that steal
the breath away

inside a house
these incidents
unburn

kettle              wrestle 

pressure         muscle


and a man kneels down with nothing
to say,
not a thought in his head


after the echo

after all the echoes

 

 

 

 

 

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