Sunday, August 30, 2009

fleeting, grabbing at moments
while they slip carnage through
my shorn fingers, pessimism
pleads perfection, drawn out
dirty formal suggestive violets,
an agent provocateur of choice
carries her horses upon two
mutated indexes, they breed
for economy, and lexical
helix whimsically abstracted
turbines turning water to
that beautiful electric whine,
illuminating these words that
appear to write themselves
out, type-faced execution and
monad based lyrics, feeds
on its other arm for the sake of
the taste of itself while raking
back yesterday to remake
it again, a strife for something
that resembles what they
can’t imagine.

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