Thursday, March 20, 2014

Febrile

the obscene in verse:

            I am the ephemera of
            the mind dissolving, the
            broken lease of the body,
            fever sweat, the little
            indignities of indigestion
           
                        the logic of word and
                        deed will die with you,
                        I have none—if there
                        were time, but there is
                        no time—knuckles swell—

                                    putrid and prurient
                                    dizzy from the fall
                                    of man, gorged and
                                    gagging, bound and sold
                                    under teenaged irony


                                                the obscene in verse

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