Wednesday, September 19, 2012


In the unlikely hour of
Our demise in sense or
Sensitivity victorious
In ominous outstanding
Debts of fossilized accounts
Or filled in nerve endings
Blazoned by imaginings
Tremors felt inside the bargain
Basement sea scape instantly
Underwhelmed beneath the
Skin so white it has no springs
No rooms, no fettered forms of
Planks or wires or attachment;
It never fails to render its
Amazement grown accustomed
To the towering pillars
Of clouds silver white across
The sky; very few survivors ever
Wish to tell the tale of the
Thousand times they died before
Forgotten real estate spun
Amongst the barb wire
Cannon trembling judgments
Fishscale sin-severed faintest
Recollections of an earthbound
Lightbulb night incredulous; we
Forego the common delusions
Take money where they give
It and work until the months
Are gone the skin is dried
Upon the bone and the
Victors tally up the score.

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