Orion headless

Poetry, art, found objects

Where Home Ends

by Dane Karnick

I’m eavesdropping
on floor boards
that groan against
the geometry
of our bedroom
cornering
anxiety
at right angles
then passing
their degrees
of tension
along columns
that buttress
the arc of hope
where crevices
allow concerns
to slither beyond
pesky integers
away from
the lumber
and dry wall of
confinement
the capacity
of zero waiting
for me to forget
my residence
making the point
of this poem
pointless
so please refrain
from imagining
what I’m saying
since your abode
hinges across
the ineffable.

 

No Responses to “Where Home Ends” (post new)

 

Leave a Reply

 

other constellations

don't lose your head