put a loupe to your litany, auntie,
buckshot over the china shop: bull.
my hands itch to halve each titanium crutch
on the flaked knob of my grandfather's knee.
lizzie, you must be here somewhere,
licking your translucent cleaver.
the same gray cat warbles on all
the brown couches. blistered jesters
stalactite from the eaves.
2 comments:
You have this incredible ability to take esoteric words and make them absolutely necessary and beautiful. I would do anything for your vocabulary! I would do anything for your imagination!
I loved this one. Keep them coming.
"blistered jesters stalactite from the eaves" is BOSS.
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