i can hear a fraternization
of doors that loutishly slam repeatedly:
just another instance leaping out of reason
and lunging in on impulse;
wrapped in the heat of leaving, all your words
scatter on the floor like white, mangled asphodels.
one hairbreadth heave and a cutting glance
at space and it seemed to have bled carnations
pried open, dissected, obscured, mutilated by birds.
bags drop like H-bomb. displaced equanimity somewhere
between blame and accurate silence:
in an instant i believed that I am that sudden word
of reprisal.
there’s no getting even, still halves are separately
wholes to themselves, intact, further apart,
breathing and gashing the air.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
i can hear a fraternization
of doors that loutishly slam repeatedly:
just another instance leaping out of reason
and lunging in on impulse;
wrapped in the heat of leaving, all your words
scatter on the floor like white, mangled asphodels.
one hairbreadth heave and a cutting glance
at space and it seemed to have bled carnations
pried open, dissected, obscured, mutilated by birds.
bags drop like H-bomb. displaced equanimity somewhere
between blame and accurate silence:
in an instant i believed that I am that sudden word
of reprisal.
there’s no getting even, still halves are separately
wholes to themselves, intact, further apart,
breathing and gashing the air.
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