Jason Graff — The Monarch Review
The Mess Before The Fast – Jason Graff
Monday, March 4, 2013 10:43 — 0 Comments
Washed out brokers pilfered gold chains from around the necks of some pool table’s gambier obsessed denizens by the lampless shade a few crumbs ago. Twiddling their escape thimbles, they hillocked a silvery verge.Â
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
