The Overcast Refusal

 

Finer ligaments tattered by super
extensions,
                              cold stairwell evening,
where fumble lots crease simple
mots--
              for a word, a word, and silence ever
after.
                                           What strings bounce
song back from taut exhalations
                              or filmy surfaces, clampt,
                                                          cover the green pail.
                                                                         Under half-light
your nominal fingers
              reassigned a different palm
                              form wavy motions and new logos
                              blazoned on the flesh.