surreal untitled poem inspired by Streets Of Crocodiles

click

a clacka

a clicky clacka

i followed 

that odd noise

from whence i came

i know not

nor who i am

for i have no fingers

to look down upon

the dust

upset

by my passage

spools unwound

and rusted screws

skittered across

a floor oddly wallpapered 

in gold and green filigree

scorched onyx

in fluttery glittered layers

exploding at my steps

but my feet

are unseen by me

for i can only look foreword

to the door 

from which comes

a lonely 

click clacking

a clicka

clacka

like a beacon 

of antithetical

light

creaks and sift

skeletons with jaws

fell

with chains snaking

then still

silent but

the click clack

i sought 

in that room was a man

with rectangular spectacles 

tinted a dark violet

and the man looked at me

empty

on his skin was tattooed

in stamp-like fashion

so quick 

the ink

black blotted

FRAGILE 

across his closed lips

gold dust and

moth wings

slightly wet and clinging

across his dapper 

grey suit

olive stripes

sewn subtly in

he was surrounded on all sides

by abacuses 

small and big

affixed to the wall

and mobile 

slinking

on wheels

i interrupted him

but one frantic second

twitching

murmuring

blotting his brow 

with a glittering handkerchief 

leaves filigree

in the folds

of his wrinkles

a riot

of worry 

and torment

he maniacally 

pulse intense

started to add and subtract 

weigh percentages

the beads click and clacking

carved of ivory

and bone

the marrow raw

and unpolished in some

his hands went so fast

as to defy my eyes

pulling the beads up and down

only the wisps of buzzing 

winged finger frames

swarming their echos

of knuckle and nail

his breath

exuded equations

that realized themselves

then clattered on the floor

in mounds

he computed the rise and fall

of emperors 

of mountains

of galaxies

i stood there beside him

pitying him

as he calculated

the rise and fall

of a dying soldiers chest

the man who can never rest 

sleep

dream

because the world never sleeps 

but walks, dances, staggers

collides 

to form strange new maths

then the noise of the abacus

fully saturated my brain

and i realized that lonely click clack

the pattern of the colliding beads

made a rhythm 

a ballad

a harmony 

so robust 

and vital 

amidst the calculation

of one man

it told of rust and feathers and smiles

and photographs of smiles

of moss and lilies

of angels and air ships

atoms and galaxies

I watched the bead for absolute zero

go up and down

and i breathed

with that 

rhythm 

my heart

slowing

humming

with my

blood

the 

tune

in

out

in

This poem was inspired by the short film Streets Of Crocodiles 

supporting imagery are stills from the movie

to see the full film go here: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lbrb6ZbAAQE