Jim Heavily

"Embezzle the Elf Star," She Said

— for Barb Perry

An apocryphal division of time:

“Her gaffe,” Clepsydra wails, epochally

Embalmed in this masquerade, her qualm

& traipse in thought a kind of bombing aid.

“Giraffe & stymie! The jetty juts just so.”

& for all we know, it does, thrust as it is

Upon the great empyrean sea, in-

Apt, disproportionate, thalassic or

Pelagic, shore-washing, sky-enraptured

Blue, blue seas of our lost Pleistocene dreams.

Like that matters, engulfed & awash

Alee from the backwash of this tempest –

This storm, this contemporary madness.

The earth –its unease— shudders in contempt.

                     copyright © jim heavily

                                2010