The Poem Fails

The poem fails

It cannot render traction

Or the queer zero,

Rehearse location

Or mine gravity.


Panic & lapse

Immune to weak forces

Arise on threads of absence

In mechanical waves,

Muted by observation

& uncertain rules

In the chamber of bias.


An adumbration transpires.

Wanton longing. Dimension

Flattened & tamped.


◄ Peter Goes West

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 24th May 2013 00:07

Don`t we all know, Jonnie, don`t we all know!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 22nd May 2013 02:14

After I stopped chuckling, I went back again. Very interesting. Innovative. And poetically skillful.

What an impressive bio! I hope you stay with us at WOL.

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