an anatomy of the speck

we can’t breath the same air again
it happens to be too rarefied.

a black eye conversation in vain
between these factitious cubicle lines.

terrorists invaded into our frayed mind
through the flickering fluorescent lights.

superfluous dancing in elevator shaft of the spine
screaming pelt in prophetical seizures for a dime.

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4 thoughts on “an anatomy of the speck

  1. “we can’t breathe the same air again”… makes me wonder who’s breathing the air that just left my own lungs. The last line is outrageous. “pelt” is great as both a verb and a noun.

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