Thursday, April 5, 2012

Free verse. 20 minutes.

Secret societies siphoning silently
from a well... well, well

Seeing the saws saw, I saw the sea; I am seeing
from my eye... I, I? Aye, aye!

~Subtly~ some slumber; sleight
of hand
in hand
fingertips\\\i'mpulsei've///

Kleptomaniacal crooked crooks;
cawing crows crowing and cawing; climax arriving

Reviled reverence
defiled deliverance
she smiled; her...
elegance

kleptomaniacally concocting cardiovascular casings
chasing one another with
ritual daggers
Rusty and Riveted and thoRoughly thRust
don't worry, dove - shameless cheesecake symbolism
The windows, they are normally not this open wide
Black widows, crushed in my gigantic stride
Yet 
Yet
Yet
Yet
~~~~~~
~~~~~~
Yet your yuletide yetis -
like
maneuverable machetes
like
immovable immensely
like
shoots through me thoroughly

Yet

it shoots through so soothingly




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