Thursday, January 15, 2009

Roulette Dares


Open wrist talks back again
In the wounded of its skin
They'll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition
The a.m. trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed
In the rattles of...
Made its way through the tracks
Of a snail slouching whisper
A half mast commute through umbilical blisters
Specter will lurk
Radar has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers

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