to accuse begin with an absence
in absinthe, and clams, an abscess
that tendering hurt lodged
in romantic romper room of balls
self-talk the arms out
of a ceramic cave in the tank
of a day's nerves, the confines
of the squared shoulders,
the defines we wear, a fishbowl ideal,
small enough to guarantee a bonsai goldfish,
design a room in moods readied, preassuming
the loss we set up by starting
trust that that little strength
can be mustered, it's proven
by iterations of hangovers that
obstacles come from
bottles, prestamped with proof,
recycled refilled, get returns,
cents for all the dollars
time loses its own sense
the imp of the bones of oss
the ible how it pivots uneven
weight shifted to dump
treble cleft for me, rock
of stages spotlit as tentacles
trust their suckers
dexterity to souse openings
from locks waterwalk trail
of octopus poaching from
tank to tank, a buffet of
comrades from the zoo's
after hours lights out, the findings.
Comments
I had to read it several times before I got it. Very vivid. My imagination really ran with the discriptives this piece contains. And I have to agree with Amanda, reading it aloud is a lot of fun!