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.