seized/seizure

 

 

“Where would you be without your spider web?” she said,
blind, deaf, dumb as you are. The body shudders,

holds its own tired ground. Paint a sigil for all
the parts you’ve lost; fissures lengthen into

branches, stems and serifs, cracking the void.

(First line inspired by Joan Osborne: “Spider Web.”)

 

anxiety/golem

The Master inhabits your mouth. Fish-eye lens
aims straight to the spine — of revelation.
Proprioception aligns with the stars. A cypher
burns in your head; can’t rip it off. Shadow
stalks your corpus, howls down Main Street.

 

 

pixel/memory

 

 

Trying to place the elements. In black face. In dream eclipsed.

Corona of thorns. A pixel or a pyx. The I’s nail identity in place.
If “I” could only remember the arch of the nose, angle and slope.

“A” is my mark. Alpha and Omega. “In my image.” Above and below
a soft Roman plinth, a raster of squares upon squares upon squares.

Take V, a number. Eyes, resolve it; don’t let me go!

 

 

© Jean Vengua and Michael A. Fink