Aug 252011
 

God's eye
contracts, useless pupil,
light tapered to a filament,
sunless tunnel-end.

The end of days is here.
Night's arrow
flies farther and farther
into untempered dark.

Black fogs
filigree the horizon's brim,
eating star-shards,
cottoning the wattage.

This is my mistress
this zeroed hole of hours--
an abandoned well
too broad for boardage.

Echoes sour
in the swallowing silts,
spit inks
infecting the gleaming trim of teeth--

the busted smile, chummed
to scum and mockery.
Such grins!
My veins flash acid

with the insult.
Black suns
behind my eyes
blaze and arise.



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