Wednesday, February 16, 2011

ITERLOGUE (14

Fragile sense illuminated under
tricks wedged in accomplishment

Wretched compels ooze to choose
ceiling agenda and suspension

Strips of oblivion straddling piano
Chalk white room with oil spread

on bodies for daylong operation
Scalpel slices expectation of

wrinkles raised where mechanic
puts retina over each pile of flesh

Moist shells protect pride that
shields artificial tops from disaster

I avert glance dazzled by unknown
impulse suddenly grabbing wheel

stuck on outcome determined by
neighborhood I try to awaken

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