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Friday, September 30, 2011

guest check

we were stale-
             mated.
like the soulless,
that snuck into heaven

               so i raised my hand
               and called for the check

               it was time to go

time to untie the knots-
     pulling;
              tugging;
                        with-
                        holding...

           replacing heart
           with brittle,
           brittle hands
                     and head
                     not found.

           a serrated speech
           about reflective surfaces,
                           shrugging and
                           short of breath

savagely lacerated
by tongue-in-cheek
and teeth,
        filed,
              foreshadowed,
              -and quickly-
              forgotten.

2 comments:

brokendoggess said...

i just realized, i seek to read you when i am in certain state of mind,mmm, somewhat unsettled. and then your words go in straight, like an arrow. i wish i could be your friend

seth elkins said...

that is a vague and somewhat bizarre thing to say. and i will happily take it as a compliment.