Black majik filaments, <br />sticky with entropy <br />tie me down, like four-point restraints; <br /> <br />I am a husk in syndication, <br />reruns of dyspeptic cannibalism <br />and soullessly cultivated afternoons. <br /> <br />A cock crows abruptly, the vessel <br /> <br />breaks <br /> <br />freeing my moon, <br />stars gathered in my hand to be thrown <br />at a basalt sky - <br /> <br />and the sun bursts into atomic candy; <br />I am ardency incarnate, <br />the cheshire cat with a thousand truncated canaries.<br /><br />Amber Toohey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saturn-with-a-waning-moon/
