Árni Ibsen

 

Two untitled snaps


the blind misery builder sniffs the calm autumn
air faint stench of rotting leaves weaves through
dapper birdsong in two days flat the starlings and
thrushes have noisily stripped the rowan trees no cat
in sight wise animals and this day offers the perfect
condition for misery building so an accusation is
stripped bare and laid as the keel and all the barely
civil unspoken words are heated warped shaped
as the ribs for the hull the misery builder pulls
the lean nails from a narrow mind hammering away
till the sullen hull the bare timbers the thwarts the sad
rudder are all fearfully there will it float it will float on
dapper waves the sniffing skiff shall weave its way
through the blind stench of rotten lives unless
doubt is the crux the crucial nail the crucial
difference between floating and sinking

Late evening
October 13 2004
Hafnarfjördur
Iceland



He had said,
        my guess is,
                patience is all
we require,
        or words
                to that effect.
Now he sits
        beside an other,
                separate chairs,
white, wooden,
        with armrests;
                elderly faces smiling
as if into a camera.
        The sun is shining
                and I am the other.



 


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