Lost In The Cycle Lost In The Cycle
I Leave You With A Blemish
Lost in the Cycle Lost in the Cycle
You are a keyhole
but I long ago misplaced my keys
The postal annex – closed on Sundays –
has the only working Silca Matrix S
and a locksmith
will only feed me for today
There’s no glass to break
or
screen to remove
but the tragedy is
these stitches are sewn in upside-down
roots are due to go underground
there’s no “E” in that word
knitting is a different beast altogether
sprouts are the newness
that we bank on for the amazing
that we boast about to our neighbors
and those fine drops of water
split twigs in two
then
split twigs in two
then
split twigs in two
Arms tied in a knot
you stand in the way of a B-boy
bent in dismay
The pregnant pause precedes
you asking if I can roll my tongue
but which do you mean
the one with or without sound?
I can do both
my mother can do both
I leave you with a blemish
to remind you to find me
under the ficus
where the cat sleeps
the blowfish suckles
I lost my way
in a wordy wind
walking parallel
to lines of longitude
you couldn’t follow
yet you requested an audience
Calvin Pennix lives with his wife and daughter in Mission Viejo, CA where he is completing his MFA and MA in English at Chapman University. Calvin is currently an instructor at Everest College, where he teaches Composition and Algebra. He is currently completing his thesis in which he attempts to portray that imagination, art, literature and history are as real as experience.
