jesus. this is very, very good. I've come to expect poetry of a very
high quality from you Caleb, & you haven't let me down.
I may come back to interpret this.
KS
On 09/02/07, Caleb Cluff <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Homecoming
>
>
> My father is a room of blue
> of giant blue and anger
> of serge and two-inch leather.
> He fills this room! The hair on his knuckles is electric black.
> He can draw his fist back
> through history to strike.
>
> All the weight of physics and quadratics
> dates and quotes
> religions and a thousand moral certainties
> complaints of no shoes and men with no feet
> keeping left, giving way to the right
> staying up in the middle
>
> are behind the hand
> inside my cell in the middle of the night
> with its oh so iron door and single blanket
> its cornered bucket and the crunch of size elevens
> that leave no bruises. On the surface
> the speed of sound at sea levels us.
>
> Caleb
> Majorca, Vic
> 9/2/07
>
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