this unruly night
is macadamized on the wall,
whit its bare-knuckled steel mangled
to a ferruginous glaze of rust.
the dismal kiss of
cold on the unclenching fist of the dark
is irretrievable in the grass,
soon, glass-faces will break as my simian jaw
was once shattered by a scuffle in the twilight-bells
of recess.
it is like the night dances and in awe,
struck by some rude awakening, we sit forever
emptied of beauties.
even the flesh rouses to startle the reared relation
of calla – its hot-flush widespread of petals
thought I am given always, an intone of forgetfulness.
such pure lunges and gyrations – we all have
spaces to cross latching us in total placeness like
black hooks impinging voices to a shriek,
yet surely they go off wandering in sunsets
waning in the formless crepuscular, waiting the night
to pour stringencies,
small-breathed furies futile
like arsenic.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
this unruly night
is macadamized on the wall,
whit its bare-knuckled steel mangled
to a ferruginous glaze of rust.
the dismal kiss of
cold on the unclenching fist of the dark
is irretrievable in the grass,
soon, glass-faces will break as my simian jaw
was once shattered by a scuffle in the twilight-bells
of recess.
it is like the night dances and in awe,
struck by some rude awakening, we sit forever
emptied of beauties.
even the flesh rouses to startle the reared relation
of calla – its hot-flush widespread of petals
thought I am given always, an intone of forgetfulness.
such pure lunges and gyrations – we all have
spaces to cross latching us in total placeness like
black hooks impinging voices to a shriek,
yet surely they go off wandering in sunsets
waning in the formless crepuscular, waiting the night
to pour stringencies,
small-breathed furies futile
like arsenic.
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