Tuche & Automaton

Monday, November 20, 2006

An Easy War

Sallow brackets of naught a null

christens the value of cleavage maned

as songs rattling about the vapour

Pop the glib out of your mouth

Ever to descend if the hilt

clings forever to the

waning clot of a day roiling

on your saturnalia tongues

A rusting sepia that can burn

Nova's misery vitiate browsing of

fiercely electric at its core

Nexus this last supper business

ionic to imprimatur all along

Desist meaning with this cloud's

coded wind a bridge oblong over as to

retrieval dressed entirely in runes

foaming a crisp orange suit

Past damages glimpse a rare din of crags

Spy glistening chrome burts factions of nascent P

Immortal consonants into the open pry

dead spiders from your broken now

Leverage Sumerian grace mystics twelve

canticles left frying in grey drones

Acrylics collapse entwined glee logics

To twirling arches behind to burn

neon's diaphanous sheets warp

Metaphysics cradling an easy war

4 Comments:

At 1:11 PM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Wonderful, I felt this pulling me onwards. The enjambement is highly effective. A cradle of words that rocks gently. Gifted work.

 
At 4:48 PM, Blogger Jay said...

I really enjoyed it.

 
At 8:57 PM, Blogger Robert said...

enjambement? in MY poem??

dont just stand there, Molly--pick it out!!!!! :)

hiya Jay...thanks...i had lost all track of Bone Dust for over a month...im on ya now, though...your war poem was stunning

 
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