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Sunday, July 20, 2014

I Shot the Serif (on a painting by Pat Orban)

Painting by Pat Orban

I Shot the Serif

these bricks
I labor to layer
like sturdy scars
imprison me

as certainly as
the runaway train
roaring through my brain
jumps the track of reason

sharp barb lurks in the dark
the point is silence

I move between the taste
of rust and blood

hook slides from jaw
with the simplicity of gravity
I swish free smoothly slipping
beneath the quivered surface

burnt dusk oozes from the eye of night
cloistered with pain and wormy delusion
the dangling trap drifts beyond
I forage shimmering in the infinite dawn