ORCHASTROPHE“an ordinary error placed me here”in the serotonin corridors of my wilderness in the neural nets are caught in the mackerellight & ozone of my heart in the tense muscle of a crocus olfactory bulb of my acre prime sublingual rib lost in the magnum opus of my heart independent of void most utterly devoid of song tiny hummingbird of my eyes violet quarrel deep in the forests verbage of my heart redundant of crocus redundant of dogwood & redbud as petals fall triumphant so too I am at a loss & will blind the cathedrals of my knowing with the overabundant scripture of my heart will salivate copiously & with abandon in the blue gloaming I mean groaning of my heart in the citadel the sap salty in the flexed limbs the mist dripping off each leaf called to each I call to each I say “leaf” I say “violet” I say “mist” I say “dogtooth violet” I say “how can I possibly bear whatever grief will inevitably come towards me through all the corridors of my life” I say “I will blind the cathedrals of my knowing” I say “I will douse the careless peony” “I will vyy earnestly & with moderate valor” “I will curse fervently & gesticulate also” “I will try to not drink so much” “I will strain the verb of my being into the dim groaning” “as too I strain my sight there” “I succumb henceforth & wholeheartedly” “eventually I will get up from wherever I have laid myself down” the falcons too must eat in the endless neurobiology of the forest the delicate, the careless lichen of my eyes I swallow the great creek of dusk in me it calls up a surge in me it goes along into the dark it goes along into the dark
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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