Poem: Psychic

 

Psychic

 

song in a sigh, 

key in a crow’s foot,

dram on the tongue

when clues spike the nose.

a nuzzle from a moment

of pleasure skirting a nipple,

fingertips on some nape 

strumming peaks of breath.

so many of them, 

frolics and flocks of heart

frivolous with the vulgar, 

the mercurial.

 

such haggles

under herringbone and Gemini and

all the other cog-pixies 

in some anti-clockwork, hope-bent 

constellation.

sometimes it is too many.  

mishmashes of sense-impressions,

tearful or brute.

who could assuage them all?

who could offer naked assurance?  

what purpose such a jungle,  

their self-winding, flypapery buzz 

of beggary?

too many sins.

and yet nothing at all.

illusions in building blocks 

which form towers of moebius-strip 

shame.

nothing to do

save sever the threads.

go blank, dispel 

the meddlesome 

back to their wanders irretrievable.

back to that place 

where they circle to fritter

and tear themselves to fret, 

so obsessed with fake 

crimes.

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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