Tolerant Stones
Pencil tolls paper...quivers sly
Wishes, chopped fibres that
Mildew. > Rainbows
roil hustle, bent in
with ribs and carbonated teeth, didn’t need up
altogether, sprinkles cluttering the caps; you want
them, it, All. To know
the caustic unburdening
torches delivered in fire chalk, haste tall
bring gut low days must
filter. Through
fingers, tiny remainders of violins, disservice and cakes, flies on yes, it does
The windowsill flies < Of mud to water, to dirt of air, the bird of tunnels,
mires and swat.
Tonic is unavailable. At this time,
try a cheap
meander, sunken faux friend (but, ah, they increase in value,
the price guide urges, buy now,
buy with impunity, collect for the decades.
For someone, maybe not you, but this is a guide
not philosophy, please confer with your local librarian)
it quenches
clock softened validation, sought forgotten,
trenched in a hip pocket. Watch
for the old habits, breathe
path tracks bauble
wander straight backward, twisting upright
a destination
With no arrival time quoted. > Scripting blurs
chardonnay heads, word traps
slap a slivered coil
of clouds grass, heels coasting
refraction. Dogs
shake forward their senses, out cubic tongues, diving
for tolerant stones
cast on former thoughts
about this? When they cannot suffer
more, when whatever keeps them walking
leaves, let’s poise
the tarred and feathered lapses
here. Malady skin, folds
over whitecaps, beneath wind;
sun weight expounding
levels adjusted to carry. Faces devoid
of the dead man who walks
ahead of eventuality. When the two meet
exit is created by an end,
the remnants
coding
those who were solid
next.
This piece originally appeared in Counterexample Poetics.
Mindy Mae Friesen's poetry has also appeared in Ascent Aspirations and Counterexample Poetics.