Look Up Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

Toss up a gaze
at a lace
star-flowered

light-skewed space
on a galloping
pace's strides,

a slipping sky
gliding off
its higher ceiling,

when earth
drifts
from your feet
to the edges

of a tilted deep
creeping cliff
with
a staggered mound,

a mountain
raising to its feet

a ladder
to lift you
and rise,

as you recline
in a sofa-rocker

by the tip
of your choked
breath fleeing

you from
your toe tips.

(ii)

O brugmansia
from
the crystal vase
on your
side table,

tilt me your
mouthpiece
in the whispering
chattering
gales and breezes,

so I can blast
out a white
bell bird's call

to a screaming
piha lost
in its nest of air,

when spirals
spurt out
from a tunneled
taupe
tornado to spit

out powder
and smoke, as it
rises to stroke
sky's tail

before flipping
over down
to a cigar's hearth,

a kneeling man,
arms raised up
to deities
in a rolling cloud.

(iii)

Look up
to skies wheeling
arrows of fate,

as you spread
your gull wings
to rise back

on your knees
and look up
above a mountain
tree swinging
ribbons of robins

for oration
bawled out

with mumbling
muttering lips
by a candle light's

stuttering voice,
as I look up
to the highest wings
of one God.