Monday, August 6, 2012

No bones about it. . .


Skeleton

I envy your clattering ivory
armature, spare elegant collection
of slender reed and knobby rolling dice,
nothing more than racketing conveyance

indifferently assembled; rainy day
distraction for a brooding prodigy
given to florid red rages and spare
motes of grace, set aside and forgotten

with the last hank of elastic gristle
glued down, off-hand snapping jolt of juice to
animate His rattletrap contraption,
picket fence to cage howling broken hearts,

chipped china bowl brimming with a confused
stew chock full of hubris and eternal
light, sly grinning marionette, punch line
carried off by wind through your empty rooms.







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