Syncopations

Blue dogs with their brown tails wagging. Like Solomon faced with impossible divisions. The arc of atom across her stare. Sharp and delicate. Like the blood from a tourniquet. Limbs waiting to fall off.

The choice touches the surface of the question. Shattering the skin. Ripples cascade. Deaf thunder. Mute apocalypse. Soft dolls in their soiled rags. Stitched smiles coming off.

I wasn't prepared for how far he'd go to illustrate his loneliness. A gentle beast with claws made of lead.

She loves in chokes. Fighting the clutch of a stubborn transmission. She lives in taradiddles. Rhythm raging against the impossible eclipse of silence. The lazy oracle of her skin pointing. Dismissing the treasure.

Her eyes like a billboard. Her lips like scissors. Cutting.