Wednesday, April 08, 2015


Pierced resonance, that cries to me an amp
    in my left ear.  The noise-remainder
     of outskirt melodies, frothing seconds.
        Necks of demonic souls broken
          over a guitar wire, the throat
         in its own thicket.

  Pierced resonance, which won't revisit
         this cavity.  These tangled spirit bottles and cords
            begging for more restlessness,
in the space of an eye mirror, the tangible
  fox's tongue, diamond cutting
     and softly eating.

The gelatin of spent days her dwarf enablers
   nibbling in caverns
 where beaming an envelope calendar
   bright rifts crumble overhead.

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