The New Born Alki
maybe it can see?
indescribably complex colors.
a myopic genius without an epic.
maybe it can hear?
half the world is sleeping anyway..
metric sighs narrow in the ear.
maybe it can feel?
the age of some dermal mother,
she's given to much already.
maybe it can sense?
the distance between winters still births
or springs equinox spinning on a
celestial crown.
maybe it can taste?
malt liquer and little else.
such a devine herbicidial palate.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2014
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