Aught, no. 14 (2005)
Untitled #1
you taste
the tartness
of radde pasts
a nickel cadmium
live blood depleted
a thudding piaffer beat
in the pattering tiny hearts
in an empty quintuplet chamber
barrelling through deviate sides
smell the coldly absent air, it's still unmoving
its sight was divided into a binocular peer
from strained musical musings, gliding
past the veneer of stained growing
plectrums strum the venulose
run o’er the escalations
its tired, whilst trite
debased, while so blithe
,blue
calm's gone
it stumbles
stampedes
a great(est.) hit to
the jowl of the dawn
inflammatorily hurrying quicksand, suntrap snaps mouth
feeding over the never-ending blinking, liver-failure neon-text
superimposed, in the closed boutique, drained plastic recedes