windows [2012]

          "If I had use of my body,
I'd throw it out the window."
-- Samuel Beckett

1.  a window open wide is a wonder to the world

and men waiting can be talking without mouths
leaving    tugging poor at illogical restraints
and the shale blades have sliced thin the wandering here
forward     to be embraced by the wood of the wings

and the approach of others is a certain circus
clowns     beat deserters for turnips and carrots
and where is caution if not slung from the lowest branch
to swing     in a breeze that is stripping and a breath

2.  a wary stooge is better seen through a window

and doing the tree is not a balance into god
the body     serves as metronome and calendar
and milk white whimpering is a break
from sense     into the trousers of a son

and the family of waiting is a belt-line
hunger     a manipulation of tattered reins
and what might be a means of controlling confusion
is sharp     a sentence written into abject flesh

3.  a window hangs open as if half inclined to smile

and on previous evenings standing was a constraint
a whip     tasted sweet reconciliation
and pissing over the hill into the bog
leaves limp     the only appendage waiting

and kindness is at the obese end of a slack leash
in song     stuttering is the same as tomorrow
and though daylight has not yet conceded to night
a note     the boy is through the scene alight

4.  limbo is a window into what might not be seen