this if for you Brad (Incandescance), after reading someone's critique on one of your recent poems, I was inspired to write this for all the poetry of your people don't quite get. Not sure how good it is, but it was worth a try, right?
cheers
CL
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Lytic
your words skip across the edges
of the mind, like the sparkle of
glowtape in the flashlight
the crime scene is a mess
of bloody thoughts and torn vestiges
self purging themsleves of
existence
the flattery of black veuls and
long sleeves sober the rescue party
and still their cajoling jibes
yellow tape bars the girls
from picking at puss-scabs
yellowed from toxic exposure
mirrors and broken buckets of
water: red, from turning into wine
are the only spaces of time left
