Look (Poem Year #20)

Zippers plateau.
I calibrate the end-mill.
I feed the nuisance.

Death is printing tickets.
Restrained magic leaps from fingerprints to savor freefall.

Copy your originality.
Defy your defiance.
Doubt yourself with swagger.

All moments are owed one punch up.
Leaning on fourth dimension inventory.
Before demolition, look at the building.
Look at the building.
Look at the building.
Stop.
Grip the plunger.
Exhale.
Onward.

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One comment

  1. thefeatheredsleep · October 23, 2015

    Lovely imagery

    Liked by 1 person

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