DEMISE
written by: Steven Fortune
Demise of my eyes
Census-takers of the senses
Who among you wears the iron brow
correlates
in obtuse rhythms
with a greasy context of ethics
under cover of the throat clears
of one-lane covered bridges
Your accordion of halberds
summons an aplomb jig of tickles
to a tortured chalkboard
Amplified arrears rush the geist
Why do I only see your shadows?
Liquid lessons leave stains
Ration the remains
for the jaws of the famished museum
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