Poem: Psychic

 

Psychic

 

voices

mingle and revolve,

persistent as a net,

clockwork as a waltz,

 

opening every pore and part

till memories blush,

a song from a sigh, a key in a crow’s foot,

a tincture on a taste bud, a smidgeon for the nose.

and later, so soft,

a nuzzle skirts a nipple, bliss rounds a navel,

fingertips strum a nape and 

the sculpted breaths,

frivolous with daily haggles,

poetry of a moment, verbal and mercurial,

frolic-flocking the stage  

under

 

herringbone clouds and orbital Geminis,

and all the other mysterious cog-pixies of an anti-clockwork universe.

until 

too many utterances loquacious-obstreperous, 

mishmashes of victory-or-crime mouths

kissing to curse, forgiving to berate,

so many hungers

who could assuage or offer naked assurance,

or dispel the flypapery sins of their buzzy beggary?

nothing left, except to go blank, sever threads,

dispel the guests to wander meddlesome,

back to those goal posts, unconscious and horizonal,

so jealous of time.

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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