Poetry: Justin Robinson

Ravel


us the keyhole
     lacerating light—
     opal excision from shadow edge
     of bed—smooth time’s creases
                   velvet feet—dead seek



steps ink carpet—
flood room—us through clay—
ever in reach—roof off—rotating
        stars—no door—vertical water—












rise without speech
suspended white rose—
thorn each hand—blood curtains—
          us—rock-held—yolk open—
                  two windows stand



stars body space—other shore
         us before fountain—leaning
         hexagons—weeping scarlet—
         urn risen—water drips—pools orbit












portal divides place—black wall—
snow names—star-shielded—arms
handless—remove heart—aorta
bled stone—breath-blue



cut us through—two earth-discs
—beyond walls—floating from
path doubles—past white pebbles—












against memory decay—don’t
turn
—frozen runes—
between us—ground
loss—this winter
—glaciers
collapse—



sandstone archways—
unfolding rows—cheek-
bones wing toward us
carry their












flower by finger—ten
crows in the air—even here
         icepick
         —comet-trail debris—
             phosphoresce slope—



broken gate—unveil autumn
in us
—hand on bar—earth-sun
distant—stand guard—holding
collapsed skull—cranial name
                float—there are
                rivers
—two
                brains swim
                into them—












tendon breach—cracked
limestone—there—half-
way up hill—branch stands
broken
—bring sackcloth—
         carry us—beyond—



stone bowl—world-water
full—silver puddles
each palm—frost
breathing One

gather sound—
point—pebble-
shoulders—
upstream












six wood-rings—speech here
grain splinters
—rosebud—raise
yourself
—telepath—two eyes
round—mouth shimmer—un-
             speaking




iron under-skin—cracked
comet—how travel-far—
open hand—in mind—
face given—between
water strands—
run clear












caught star there again—
cast in float of rock—
reconstructed
hand across
chest with-
holding
orbit—



solar—light brushes off
levitating shoulder—stay
for us
—come to—
outside time
cells restore—
toward












concentric circles—departure
white ridge—spoke
out—nothing cradled
—at comet
crossing—



blind steps—pathless
climb—into crystal
wedge—without
touch—time















Jack and RitaJustin Robinson lives and works in San Francisco. His first chapbook, Mend, was published by F U Z Z. Mend can be found at Fuzz86.com.

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