"apeture" poems
My eyes
long to bleed
the pigment nostalgia of
ink-blot images
this over-exposure
of apeture awareness
develops beyond the
thought-corridors of blackrooms
before absorbing your sepia solitude,
remember that filtered lenses
cannot distinguish the difference
between memories and mementos
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Regression is the precedent I've since set for myself
Upended on the shelf was an unfortold, frenetic, belt-pelted being.
So after the cavity in my dominant eye has collapsed
after the day of shooting and rapture has wrapped up
Enough of it has shoved itself up into the upended titled bent being
whose naive native notions can only see the chemical show
of wriggles and lines that've dissolved in the dealing of
chemical knots wrought for that rapture
It's a shot taken in, in little apeture notions
It's showmanship commotion,
Locomotion in sinful, fruit-built, salt-ridden,
and laughter-built ration packs.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC