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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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