In the back
Not with anyone
But one
More minute
For dumping
Guessing
Nothing but guessing
All the time
So sure
So certain
Dumbfound at last
Per instructions
Per second
Squared
In the head
Form
Into corners
Sent by lifetime memberships
Copulating with the water
Under the bridge
She strolled out between films
Of budding yeast
Homegrown with alienated presence
Dress gathering a breeze
From the updraft of charming utensils
Cold moonbeam grins
Sizzling with chips and dip
She spreads branches
Onto the dead mountain
Running its gravity
Such majestic lament
Downward into the town
Tucked in the seam of breasts
Stitching humorless form
Into corners
Sent by lifetime memberships
Guessing
Nothing but guessing
All the time
So sure
So certain
Dumbfound at last
Veil
Face up
Eyes lifted up to the feet
Their toenails
Slicing off at the knuckles
What grips the floor
Letting go
To fall
Impaled by the abyss
- Max Stoltenberg
Monday, October 3, 2011
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