[100 Challenge] Ocean_17

Porcupine

Rubbish heap of time! Grandfather

Has stolen everything away.

Waddling thorn-back come among us his familiar

Trying to stick every hour with fear of the hour to come—

Begone!

Old man thumbs the abacus

Strung through his tremendous beard

A huff out of him and the calendar curdles

We go out on the hunt for abandoned dreamscraps

Fabricate them hodgepodge or outright steal

Like the one where you’re taking the skirt up over your head

And laughing with your neck back

As my cheeks brush those star-white thighs.

Catch and release and they’re adrift again out into starstrewn night

Yes tonight lost dreams gambol loose again

Like dogs in the street

All tail and jowl

Fighting and licking and kicking up dust onto passersby. 

Rubbish Heap of Time

I go among them

Their sleek black bodies against mine like seals in water

I wrestle, hold them, pry

Quills from the wet black muzzles and lay.

Time, for now, is ours.

Old grandfather fogs the mirror

With another exhalation:

I shine it with my elbow 

And in the misted silver above me

A woman cries out in laughter.