Friday, December 11, 2020

extinguish

For a moment it is the combination of

glistening constellations beading 

cosmological swirls in the black coffee

surface eternity and the enchanted noodlings 

in my ears, that singer you favor

as the sciatic clench and the dead flesh

ache consume the remnants of my attention 

the lyric and the litany awaiting 

this next frustration, the next 

rat maze dead end to your weak

thesis, this slow burn the pitiful 

wishing makes all the worse.

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