C-Scan—————-

C-Scan—————-

the laughing lung still shudders on the bayonet - purport to something strange. Describe the thoroughly mundane in the weirdest way

Customer Osborne in the outer orbits, soaps the pits

with shame on a rope. Down the stairs as the smoke spiders up, reflecting often upon the subtle curve of fine bone waiting for exposure. It just splits open, red metal mesh of the killing floor extends its invitations with all the sincerity of a pope…

His fetal thesis crubles between the fingers lke pistils, subliminal lingual trampoline on which the acrobat breaks his beack. As tho’ all the unused glands in the brain were aflame with a dead metaphor of language.

Dante beats up Beatrice.

[First published SpeedPoets Magazine #7 August 2002
© COPYRIGHT :::Brentley Frazer 2002::: ]

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