a blanket
slipped
into a barrier
tumbling
down a hole
in a gesture
lost
without a trail
of sand
to slurp up
with both hands
porous stone
Tag: micropoetry
Man-Made
When I was older and lived on the anonymous side of town, I'd find a private hidden room in a forgotten building and simulate a multitude of escapes, but as the years grow younger, the perimeter shrinks. The resources dwindle. And the chair stiffens for the man made now of loose belts who begs, "Adorn me with one more place to dream of cages."
flush in the froth
dislocated bodies
slosh back and forth
on the bleeding deck
distended bladders
gush
into darkness
elongated vertebrae
clunk
through steel eyes
enmeshed sacs of meat
sway
under airborne scissors
exhausted fibers
hun loosely
in the hull
embittered plumes
strum out
beloved chords
lost to the deep
string cradle
erratic eyebrows on the tail of a pendulum a rickety grin in the pocket of a scaffold a swinging uvula between the posts of a vestige a sweaty pate under the loop of a lethal yo-yo
material yeast
milk circles
spore constellations
ground sponges
wet, molten,
striated,
and stretched
the outer ring
is the center
Horse Power
horse glutes gunfire
action
horse mane
braids
horse chompers apple
toothpick hay
horse hoof horseshoe
rubber
horse eyes celestial
orbs
horse gallop sliced mechanical
bread
chopped hazelnut
split across polyester screens cut by the echo of feathers divided into coffee stains hewn down to gestural stubs
corporeal abandon
caustic lacing loosens the skin of silhouettes buried and buoyed by forgetfulness wobbling on the plane
mainframe iterations
simulated heads
flap
rubber jaws
autopilot eyes
spiral
on screens
tin foil
reactions
jitter
a plastic tiger
skulks
through the clutter
one click
purges
the inert mass of suffering
Listen to my reading of this poem on Twitter:
uroboros
I’m going where
I know I’ve been
when I was older
than I am now
I used to chew
on milk cartons
now I chew
on my pens
the pantyhose
around my neck
used to be
an umbilical cord
One Round Corner 