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Cast Iron
Cast Iron
the unfamiliar sound rolls on and on
a sack of words
vultured to bloody shreds
food for the entropic mist
cold then quick smooth and sharp
a rehearsal for the descent
into my forgotten future
I can't say when but then
it wasn't what I said you heard
tripped up by this magnetic hoax
let me start again
in a room somewhere two chairs
yawn together water churns across the floor
no one hears me breathing
darkness drills the corners
someone's hand slides on the wall
where is that yellow thing
that propped the door
I hear a child banging the prison plate
situation like this leads to more and more
ionic angels squeeze the water out
not rain really
sweat whose bitter crystals bend the horizon up
my mother's voice comes scratching
along the orphan highway red
the tree hugged distance
slides on against the swept up street
left alone the tortured corners truncate
to reveal a hidden circle
another wishful drop in canyon's shallow curtain
reluctant dawn unwraps the scattered night
my home among the shells
Copyright ©
Paul Trimble
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