This is from my upcoming collection of poetry, art and music entitled IS SHE AVAILABLE? (Chameleon; October 31)
Artwork by the incomparable Liam Sharp (an ostrich, a rhino? a toaster? a xylophone? See, you can’t compare him.)
This image, conjured from his reading of the poem below, is Copyright Liam Sharp 2014.
The poem GRAVITY’S CONQUEST may be reproduced widely without restriction, as long as it is intact, attributed and appears in a place likely to incite civil and/or psychological unrest. Please write it on lavatory walls and biology school books.
Don’t fall too far from your self.
Who else is going to bend over to pick you up?
You know, you’ve already seen the inside of your guts
Looking for a way out.
You know, you’ve already seen what you’ve seen:
You know what you know.
You know the truth like an elder brother.
You know, it’s usually right ‘there’,
The last place you looked.
The last place you wanted to forget:
Your bare feet,
Pasted against the concrete;
Nailed through the heels.
On the precarious cusp
Between this death and that life.