THE IRREDUCIBLE FOREST
the entire town
him as a revenant . . .
a flesh house dragged through the waves' shadows
soul-ly sick, and insincere
coming out as he did
of the dark hovering solitude
in the prime minister's
Or up on the surface, where the commodities
rang like happiness, bats a-snooze in the lee of some real smiling
Sunshine . . .
A cluster of macrobiotic
fully involved "world" wars
masquerading as free radicals
developed a hunger (en masse)
for “breast” interruption . . .
Not a soul would have guessed she was so sorely needed
her eyes sinking, like an intention of water--
two church windows:
moon rolling across the surface of the sun . . .
The mistress wasn't disconsolate . . .
under all those feathers the unyielding narratives of disinterested matter
and a wistful appreciation
for beastly preliminaries
tumescence of consciousness in each ogling body
and each breath, like an inside-out cave--
those miniature ice tombs--
pointed a path out of those unimaginable woods
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