On First Watching Lynch’s ‘Twin Peaks: The Return’

what has returned here
lacking limbs lacking hands
fingers toenails

what has been left behind
outside the glass box of your brain
where the scream shudders in
slapping kissing mutilating

what has been lost is smile
pie, coffee.

The knowing grin, but warm.

a cold darkness fills it
and flesh and facemap and wounds
wounds in the head

what has been let free
was inevitable as the scream

in its shackles it was complete
beautiful, horrifying

now the bullet passes through
cold, and leaving behind it
cold

A horror, a beautiful horror
but cold

Evening Song

Here legs run and their humans
A pack of females, entangled
But they laugh, they joke
There are rivalries.

That’s okay, that’s not the worst
By any means. The field is clear.

Across the way small brown birds
Forage for worms, for shoots
And all the while the sun slides
In and out of haze and clouds

And thin sheets of light glint
From many soft lenses.

Sylvia, nature,
It’s not the lack of inner life
This simple celebration.
It’s simple, but not only simple.

You can keep honey hives, you can.
But certain bees can clump and sting whenever.

4, 3×8, Waterfall

A myth can happen anywhere,
Yes, even here where the black wier
constant as evaporation

As constant as the bird-song thrall
Never lets up, always pouring
Dark and when the wier is eaten

Still its constancy will shatter,
When all and the wier go up, splat
In the suns final inferno

Thunder out into space and pour
in a wall of material –
Stars won’t know what to make of it.

Womb

Who creates an artificial womb?
Who spends their time in a room
of polished plastic thinking – fantastic
I’ll first make a womb for a sheep
Then later, for other things
like a car or just oil in a sac

then later still, human wombs can dangle
from skyscrapers
growing the next crop of office workers.
does money do that?
And then automatically flash pictures across
all its wires
so fast that progress happens
And no one has to do
anything

Thinks – first I’ll make a womb for a womb
And then grow wombs from them
Problem solved

but what was the problem again?
Today… what did I do at work..
But someone’s made a womb for a bomb
That’s a little strange
What if it goes off?

***

We can save with a womb
But carefully, oh so carefully
Quietly, sparsely

Don’t get over excited
Womb-born hearts still pump, pump
And bleed nicely

Getting born is just slightly more difficult.
We’ll just straddle the knife edge of getting born
Carefully, carefully
When necessary