It is a hand
which wields this sparkler;
lighting the wayward
streams of leaking gasoline.
Meat-trickled combinations
issue a fleshy quota
to understand the fatty
grey tissue.
An ear listens to
locate the prey;
an unsuspecting music
singing in infancy.
Singe stages past six
to nix the nullified accord
in so to bring back
a forgotten spoken word.
See-row E-lick-trick
Agreement signed in
the red ink which smells
so awfully
of iron.
-c thomas c-
No comments:
Post a Comment