Prosaics Now The Shadow Of The Column
The brush descends the length of intervals bookended with eyes ajar in name
But name falls pitifully on its pride
Distended time
Arthritic rhyme
The brush dessicates
Names tenuous where shade casts die
How to remember thirst?
How to enunciate hunger?
A market untapped (nice work if you can get it)
Now the shadow
Of the column
Divides air in two
Drives a stake through you
NOw the shadow of the column...
