Saturday, September 07, 2013

a predicament

rendered static thin
rendered like a bladder
wrapped in cornered feelings
stuck in the pages 
of an echo magazine
bookmark a headline
easy, easy boy,
easy to keep
hard to hold
so the scrawl goes
for longer than it takes
to sleep your whole life away
trying to help
forget the pucker 
the constant sucking
of the dark the knowing
not guessing or speculating
fearing from a depth unholy
to consider beyond 
the time it takes to burn 
your fingertips 
on baked potato wedges
searing with heated grease
from the maw of the microwave
to the metallic recognition of 
something hurtling
toward a patch of mauled flesh 
of your very own

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