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Waiting for the climax

Usually, it arrives late: the epiphany
Just after I’ve slain a horde of deadwood, met
A dozen dead ends
And nibbled the noon dust, it comes
Fashionably late and hopelessly futile.
Its face the insipid face
Of my defeat.
Often it kisses me
But only after I’ve dug deep into the mire
And traded my soul with the pebbles
I now toy in my hand [...]

Posted 13 May 2010 † JB § ‡ Comments (0) °

Texticles

Sometimes words play trick or treat
Their gnomic, mischievous smiles are helixes
Unskeined
On my blank page;
But when
They do emerge from their cryptic tunnels
They are Midas’ herd, silvered, gossamer
Like a kiss, wet, on my seared skin.
Sometimes my pen salivates; I understand the urge
But not the deft interplay of dark and light—
Why tether them to my finite fancy
When boundless [...]

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Fly drowning in a soup of oysters

Within the lungs’ core, the last gasp
Is plucked; the eyeballs’ frenzied stare,
The minute, fevered breath that stains
The aroma of an otherwise piquant
Soup, is monument of trauma
While the thickening froth furthers its death
This fly
Is me in a day of lethargy.
Shoot to the black, this mind
Is free but wanting—serve
And feed my narcissism whose source
Of fancy fathers my [...]

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Silverfish

I watched the insect romancing
My page: he was wingless and saddled
With the sureties of his birth—
Of needs that were dendrites
Wrapped around his mind—
Of an understanding
That was less dawn than twilight.
Should I destroy him or not
Was the question that
Badgered me: after all, am I
Not powerful and smarter?
Yet the insect danced
In circles
In loops and in tangents—and scrawled
His [...]

Posted 13 May 2010 † JB § ‡ Comments (0) °