when
is
the
story
cold
when is breath
wasted
when
does the attention wane
a mesmerized look
gives way to the
struggle the oblivion of sleep
when is the story cold
breath wasted
when does the imagination hiccup
its blue chain of pages soften
its glue coming undone
when is the story cold
when is the breath wasted
when does seeing prefer blinded
senseless midnight to hazy twilight
when is the story cold
when is breath wasted
when are the cobwebs too thick
the hand and mind repulsed by
the matte of the hidden
when flint and steel fails at fire
when inertia betters centrifugal force
when the story is cold
lies pervade
contempt is persuasive
haughty laughter brays corrosively
when breath is wasted
its harmony hamstrung
its chorus humiliated and disbanded
warned away with black fist
threats
when the story and breath end and
memory surly erodes
when the thigh is slapped and a
slapped temple evoke only empty white light
then go to your empty grave
and
fill
it
fill
it
caustic
1700, Thursday, 8 9.
11
and
nearly finished 2334, Saturday, 28 4.
12
