Sunday, July 24, 2011

Epidural Macabre



Easing the way into

It as a whopper side pocket-

Vent, the body fades into

Morning from the nocturnal

Sapphire with ruptures you had no

Permission to feel and yet you felt

Everybody. This isn’t all that you’re

Going to talk about from now on.


The bones that glory the late afternoon

Can be what’s left, shriveled and worn

Leaving that skin like a mace funded

Ideal. The hot stop of the cold mess.


Not too far from me I hear the sound of

Emergency and twisted nerves and heat.


I hope everything is fine.