Sunday, December 14, 2008

the girdle sensation

in that her presence was itself
.......................some zonesthesia past mere atmospheric cinch
he breathed......tight.....shallow......would not look
................................................................would not feel

noticeably different yet for a week or more.......... the girdle sensation/the swoon

of her a hive or several or more hives or hives of hives... that hemmed
..........................upon him
..........................as poetic asphyxia

....................the cincture the drowning the press
.......................which in such ways......accompanies

....................an attempt to perform
some delicate and intricate task at the very limit
.........................of ability. like that

........................................he wanted to smash it.
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(Published in The Cleave Jan 2009)

1 comment:

zec said...

This hits like a motherfucker...