the tar sandsThe sky through tinted windows takes on the color of a week-old bruise In the throat hangs the weight of a neglected future jolting with each pothole.the tar sands
A man sees himself in every line of every epic the singular greatest mind relates to each verse of Howl.
Tungsten filaments burn brightly
imagined as fibers protruding
from the skin of a raving patient producing
pounds of flesh for the hospital, writhing in a reactionary paroxysm, a spasm of dissent.
Permethrin and ginger sweet fragrance lingers in the mental framework
assaulted by burni
EntropyThe touch of cold water graced febrile flesh, determinate of film tearing from glazed eyes.Entropy
Senses revived when sent through Nahuatl agonies, pigment injections, bursts of song, the advancement of light spectra, scents connect to the aquatic subconscious, bandages becomes like silk, human geometries each word with an arc and tangent the star and the cipher, the blood flow between those bonded.
Hands menace bearing stripes razor wire the noose
the ruler the alkalines
and heavy metals.
Stagna
Bleached Skeleton, Tell MeOutside, each step is a bruise on new skin, the bone crunching accompanied by a blemish quickly fading with the piling ice then forgotten.Bleached Skeleton, Tell Me
The sounds of grinding and sliding subsided as drivers turned in for the night or turned for the worse,
inspiring Shapiro's verses, and leaving streets quiet.
The next hour is a gathering nothing, visiting scenes that seem like sequels
seen through the occluded lense of the stifling silence; there should be no interest.
Yet it is fascinating how the
crystalline tissue bloomed as though th
Caroline - RevisionI see the beauty in Caroline, my irises burned with her, by-products of the higher brain.Caroline - Revision
To watch the bubbles in champagne, and see them fall into order, I see the beauty in Caroline.
Hands burned by rainbow grey steam, pain brought by the daughter, by-products of the higher brain.
For fools who cannot read signs, bring forth the low-tide love letters, I see the beauty in Caroline.
No rest until arraigned, those who feed lines to tormentors, by-products of the higher brain.
Body boils within frames, it remains in
Omen
Sestina: The Walls Won't SayStrobescopic lights haunt the room. Eerie blue flickers after red taunting this silence. Who is the victim here? Only the walls know,Sestina: The Walls Won't Say
and they won't say.
Coax the shattered rocking chair to say "It was he! He began it!" and point to a phantasm chasing lights across the scene. A pale yellow blanket slumps on the couch and may know what all this pooling red and what these splattered blotches mean here. They choose Silence.
A creaking closet door joins a shuddering sigh. Mimicking silence, they creep in on tentative feet. Shy, trembling hands say &n
Just thought I'd share that.
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