Poem: Psychic

 

Psychic

 

song in a sigh, 

key in a crow’s foot,

dram on the tongue

when clues spike the nose.

a nuzzle of pleasure

skirting a nipple.

fingertips, a shivered nape, 

strumming across peaks of breath.

so many 

frolics and flocks of heart,

frivolous with the carnal, the vulgar, 

the mercurial.

 

haggles

under herringbone clouds 

and Gemini stars 

and all the other cog-pixies 

in this anti-clockwork, dream-bent 

constellation.

it's too much.  

gauntlets of impressions

from tearful to the brute.

who could assuage them all,

these mishmashes?

who could offer naked assurance?

so much desperate, raw sweat.  

what purpose this jungle of needs,  

this self-winding flypapery buzz  

of beggary?

so many sins--

and yet, really, nothing at all.

just illusions.  building blocks 

within towers of moebius-strip 

shame.

all i can do 

is sever the threads.

go blank, dispel 

the meddlesome 

back to their hydra-headed wanders--

back to that place 

where they circle to fret

and tear themselves to fritter, 

obsessed with songs in operas within 

dramas of petty crimes--

irretrievable.

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9/26 heavy revamp ... again ... 

9/26.. streamlined the nightmare 

9/26 nightmarish ... 

8/26 .. added a word... >> <<

10/26/25 .. awful poem, ... tried to fix

6/23/24 brutally chopped up and refigured

12/24/22 lots of mods ... sad... still not right

9/27 "such" replaces "their"

9/17 ... desperate continuous edits... 

9/16 ... more changes to this product of mania

9/16  ... changes continue to the original abomination ... 

9/16  major changes to original poem, tossing out whole sections ... gutting the rest ... absolutely awful poem to have posted ... might still be awful, can't really say, brain so muddled