
cartilage retrospection
before philosophy coalesces
a bright white
internal
flashbang
then the sustaining
subsonic
realization
that your skull
has been entered into an equation
somewhere a fist
completes its orbit
meat satellite
-
around your circumference
a quiet pen occupies the same space
purple logic
that man
no arguments here
your ribs learn about economics
small girl, big corridor,
linoleum that remembers every fall
adrenaline’s dirty circuitry
“speak up” for amplification
laughter ricochets off the lockers
a pack-mentality Doppler effect
an anonymous theorem
in a journal entry
you were too slow
to digest
-
in the tower
that man
adjusts his tie
as if tightening a tourniquet
around someone else’s mouth
neatly domesticated
calories in circles
that must never cross their kitchen
control the chewing instinct
with a kind of liturgical focus
with exquisite penmanship
-
years tumble her dry
soft parts laminated
to carry out her own autopsy
hands are procurement officers
some invitations are
precision instruments
that man
“just helping your career”
“you’re so mature for your age”
“i don't take it out for a walk, you know”
then muscle memory
only tremors now
smell his cologne
the body runs old scripts
something always feeding
on delayed reactions.
-
sit.
“stability operation”
the names change
the geometry repeats
weight applied
to the yielding surface
weight applied
to the yielding surface
weight applied
to the yielding surface
to the yielding surface
to the yielding surface
to
-
you
promise yourself
you will never be that
man ~woman~ man
then a slow toxin
long day
too little money
someone smaller makes a mistake
triggering a late-night documentary on
steam explosions and a graphite fire that
blows the core open and
vomits radioactive debris into the sky.
you register
the impact register
in their posture
contaminated
radiation burn
no way back to
first spaces
-
you register
the predator moon
sirens: mechanical howls
red little gods of recall
scroll, scroll
do not see the damage
an open jaw
you walk into
did he really step off the bridge
radioactive burns
your hands tremble
fluorescent tubes
about to
die
-
far beyond this damp theatre
microfractures gossip
in the bones of buildings
concrete creeps
toward collapse
in infinitesimal daily surrenders
-
galaxies misjudge their distances
collide in slow brutal choreography
light years wide
heat escaping structure
pattern becoming smear
order rotting into
that man
that empire
that bruise
that yielding surface
cartilage retrospection
before philosophy
coalesces
into
you
.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
Read on...
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