The image is from here, artist unknown.
Post
All
that Posturing
the frame
only hangs
as aligned
as the stud
is stable holds
up
relentlessly
the ultrasound
device
didn’t tell me
make or model
I was off
by some
Amount
Drilling
Away
into
that supple
concrete
cave wall
I took the difficulty
An Indication
to keep going
isn’t an invitation
“That’s what
She said”
No.
At some point
all
Larks must land
and all the fantoms
thereof
will jump like water spiders
to slurp up her bones
in their ectoplasmic
feeding holes
as almost every
Third
Eye
Already Synchronized
motionlessly
blinks
.here.
for the ossein
which substantiates
the cacophonous echoes
of griping
through the generations
like the eggs and flour
in cake batter
One of my grandmothers
told me
just about every
One
son of a bitch
is better than two
Except for a few
and I like to think
she meant
some of us
are just half
assed
So I keep my eyes
on the road
never blinking
gripping
a strong handshake
right back
around
the head is stripped
but I have fifty more
I’ll have thousands
by day break
and there’s more coming
after that
I’ll just keep drilling
this concrete
until I bore
a hole
For the few
unblinking
Larks to fly out
Of
The limitations
of Platonic Ideals
An anchoring
of metaphysical trappings
and those larks
who fly through the hole
go down like rabbits
into another cave
ever convinced of this new bright reality
my other grandmother says
look and
There’s Always A Silver
Lining.
and I says
I know
I Followed it Here.
.whole.
and it's going through this wall.