Amounting To
the
type of lure
sought
& believed
the
plush of fur
bought
& received
the
tight gleam of
tooth
& claw
with
the relation of
cloth
to flesh
as in
address
as in
constriction
as in
the same,
not
the same
amounting
to
a
shedding & a trading
an assumption
of risk
or authenticity
describing
this guise
devising
this size
grinding
like gravel
kicked
& shot
crashed
& fraught
amounting
to
the
slip of bone on bone
as
cruel as knowing & not
the
fine gleam of plied fur
the
frayed hide of flayed cur
water
& dust at war
for
the fading light
the
slight hope
of
connection
the
bare glance
welcomed
amounting
to
men
with slack hearts
consuming
the
future
Civilization
waiting
for worlds
out of
sight
out of
bounds
(safe,
unsound)
the
smell of time
parsing
sagely
into
more of the unsame
mouth
of the insane
singing
without
rhyme
or reason
tongue
tickling
time
& season
shadow-boxing
any
kind
of future
crying
back, back
sighing
lack, lack
while
the pen scratches
no
one’s itch
&
wrong words
muffle
the competition
+
their noisy recognition
(saying
something known)
until
a bell rings
warning
us not to think
there
are killers
in
charge
(can
we use the other 90%?)
(&
by opposing, end them?)
&
the victims add an
ominous
silence
