the virile madness of shut eyes stark awake
when the clock gongs four
dawn barely navy blue
i eat a thick slice of black forest cake
icing sliding down a noiseless throat
engorged stomach, dainty organ of limbs,
hymns,
prayer on fire, dante's gluttony.
Footnotes
i will talk to you of absolute poignancy. can you feel anything?
no i feel nothing but awe for your beautiful poetry. i adore how you've been experimenting with enjambment lately, and your formatting is lovely. the gap between shut eyes / stark awake was just brilliant, and the italics were effective--noiseless hymns is so? simple? yet conveys so much? and "prayer on fire, dante's gluttony" was stunning.
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Zinnia123
Wow. This is exquisite. You captured that delicate dawn hour that feels mildly defiled by every small actions perfectly.
jun lei
no i feel nothing but awe for your beautiful poetry. i adore how you've been experimenting with enjambment lately, and your formatting is lovely. the gap between shut eyes / stark awake was just brilliant, and the italics were effective--noiseless hymns is so? simple? yet conveys so much? and "prayer on fire, dante's gluttony" was stunning.