Voices as un-tuned
violin strings
Fists submerged in
buckets of ground crystal
Cast iron necktie
A hundred pounds
pulling on you
Screaming on the
way down
Laughing in the
face of the descent
All spaces deleted
And senses
diminished
And repetition held
in the
Highest regard
Praise the Lord
Poems like
breathing out underwater
Voices like broken
violins
Faces like the
fronts of skyscrapers
Too much going on
inside to
Really ever know
the truth.