Whorls: Three poems by Ariel Riveros Pavez

Verity La Heightened Talk

spiralling to
the infinity of
a hermit
living inside you
home for aqueome
little thumbling by shore
pod for crustacean exemplary
exploration and I
take you to my ear
rush of sea like
a phone call
from a static who
will I answer you
and speak back
to the banging ocean
on your door?
A Ruptured Home
that order is truth
is no flicked lumiere
the pleasures and
vision of those clothed
in night and cleft to chaos
harried by the irregular
but no grip too fast
in duration
that I cannot undonn
my hat
where inside it rains upwards
a hat a home for hair
this is a skeleton of a house
a home truth is unreliable
better the streets
and fields, dots of grass
line of path, fold of hill
sweeping the pavement
with statements
the earth a big wristwatch
Your Bed
Entering the field of radiation
of your room
the warmth pinches like
substation coils
hums like tongues
quenched by saltwater.
It’s a yert
of dance and jester gibe
and you sleep.
Black barred
circus cages and
all surfaces become mirror
to confined quarters
of shared muscle and sweat.
Your breath sings
skeletal lieder.
The next act is where
jumbled projects
rise as you snooze.
Any solitude around you
is the recitative
about the last time
I froze innocently
in front of specific
rose gold expanses.
Geiger counter readings
charting and
crackling with hot linen
my eyes to past fixity
my well-wet mouth
at the beginning of returns,
adapting to a
twenty year wide span.
Ariel Riveros Pavez is a Sydney-based writer. His work has appeared in various publications including Journal of Postcolonial Text, Social Alternatives and Southerly. He was the convener of The Blue Space Poetry Jam readings. As well, Ariel is founding editor of the transcultural online arts magazine Australian Latino Press. To find out more and purchase Ariel’s latest poetry pamphlet, visit Ariel Riveros Pavez.