Thee Anxiety Bell

Standard

Allow me to arrange all this
so that it defies comprehension.
We come unto apprehension
with a plate of cold.
Heartbeats melting, discrete
and excreting a liquid hum.
And then I shouted “Crab feathers!”
into the tether ball court of a bandaged lampoon.
Sliding spoons. Up the walkers!
Up the fantastique! Them guts
get guzzled. Before you can deconstruct
an oppressive structure, you must first
deconstruct the language that upholds it.
I threw a noose and she half-assed it.
Took the trash to the talk box.
And… And… Cokes the joke,
smallpox on the horizon.
A mercurial purgatory.

-r. miller

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s