a fear of verbose momentum

This poem is from a chapbook i'm currently writing; the ambiguous deaths of anonymous peoples. It is a collection, though I may be young, based around meditations of death. Questions of what defines a person at their death, how, why, and where, culminating around the moments around death itself. I'm still in the prepublished phase of production; however, these poems are as near to finished as possible; keeping in mind that pieces of writing are never finished only in the most current for of editing. Thank you for your time, please leave comments if you feel the need to do so.



the fear of verbose momentum


the face, in continua,
tried squeezing
through an expansion of stress
fractures;
a car window in bullet time,
water
at a rolling boil.

his air like temper
appeared anxious
tearing minute;
an artery leading to warm sleep,
not only breaking formation
but full retreat with complimentary glass hatchets
deeper than bark
residing within
intermittent layers of skin and blood.

before damn breaks,
jaw clenched, teeth bare
as though small bones could plug a flood
or precaution.

within many simultaneous breaths
lost in collective gaze focus,
including his foot’s heel
dug shallow under chair,
thigh resting up in opposition to gravity
and the steering wheel his arms are penetrating
like an oversized hand cuff,
another gear.
his body was serpentine belt made of body
pulled taut until the snaps;
somewhere under car seat between heel and shin,
femurs before wrapping around steering column,
arms under body weight,

the head further through the windshield.

somewhere between his now and ours,
a pain, white without color,
will begin a lopsided halo
from first point of impact
near left eyebrow,
downward engulfing.

when appendages have collapsed
attempting to fit form of make and model,
his ribcage implodes to gather
the mixture of blood and plastic,
wavering bone
and his shrapnel;
as though feudal japan dark sky aimed straight
at his lungs, heart, and the other stuff,
rattling with punctures.

with elongated body caught,
head finally lays down
on a cloud of debris and see-through.

m o m e n t u m momentum recoils

broken slung back into seat,
to fall back asleep
as their sights were set on the fire.