( a bit of nonsense)

the crux of it is this: 
I heard nevers in my ears
rumbling blood motes
like sea churn, piles and piles

nevers at my fingertips
dull, distant, flunky
you can’t imagine them 
so skerrickcist, so dumpling

and more nevers all down my spine
like nuts clunking: shiftily, gribbily
the roll and tumble, keeping moon-shape
my body’s whip of neverish tides

this is cracking, i say
nevers are trumpets. 
nevers are darkshine
nevers are how we find ourselves
in the taran taraaa of forever

This poem came about because I tried to type “nerves” and I typed “nevers”

It is written for Twiglet #312. “cracking walnuts”

22 thoughts on “neverish

  1. This remind me of “Late last night and the night before, Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers knocking at the door” which was the opening to Stephen King’s novel The Tommyknockers. I’d never heard it that way; I had it with “little robbers” instead of Tommyknockers. Anyway, what do nevers eat and are there many of them? 🙂


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