The Poem Fails
The poem fails
It cannot render traction
Or the queer zero,
Rehearse location
Or mine gravity.
Panic & lapse
Immune to weak forces
Arise on threads of absence
In mechanical waves,
Muted by observation
& uncertain rules
In the chamber of bias.
An adumbration transpires.
Wanton longing. Dimension
Flattened & tamped.
Harry O'Neill
Fri 24th May 2013 00:07
Don`t we all know, Jonnie, don`t we all know!