Jan 142015
 
 
Chained to a walking coffin full of talk
Stuffed glistening with wormy words
Bursting from socket and wagging jaw,
My living bliss ashed to bony calcium,
I meditate the rickety syncopation of the clock,
The wise zero that sums a twitching life:
Time's iron hands, flags, drag 
Round the flat globe face to mock
A farcical carcass self who stiffly lisps
Dusty sayings of a nothing mouth--
The blundering tongue gone gagging blue,
My mouth of thistles thick as glue,
My speech a lesion spill, a drawl of scars,
My loves the licked stamps of faces.


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