12.14.2017

Careful, Icarus

Counter-rotated vertebrae
scream Mandarin obscenities
through a spine that's prone
to weakening
for imposters on the body.
It's frontier justice
in the sanctum sanctorum--
an aggressor from within
that cares not for confessions.

That concubine on the gurney
tasted like home
for a moment
as the defrocked sodomist
made apologetic gestures
to atone for party fouls.

Daggers drawn from backs
slit a few throats in turn.
Is that a sunrise or a sunset?
The photo fails to suggest.
Plus-one invitations
mean ample wine is catalyzed.

Crafters of killing-steel
put blood gutters in blades
through mercy.
Don't be taken
by subsequent sleepyheads:
Your enemy's enemies
are your enemies
as well.

A man with a bigger head once said
that matter can neither
be created nor destroyed;
Things don't simply
disappear
or do they?


Currently reading:
"Poetry", May 2017.

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