The Ciphered Circle
Glistened heat throws through thin cloth film - shoulder to shoulder - around the ring cycle. Mouth racked, fizzing filling the foot of a gullet, A
Glistened heat throws through thin cloth film – shoulder to shoulder – around the ring cycle.
Mouth racked, fizzing filling the foot of a gullet,
A gullet, not mine – no individuals here,
All words a cipher, no utterance our own,
Deviate a line, tumble a trick, empty another glass.
The moist warmth of berries and bile fills the unitary nostril,
No individuals here,
Get off your phone! Not a call to being but a call from yourself, hang up your call.
No individuals here,
Strip, sing, slip from grace, but not alone.
Backslapping, get it up boy, join the fluid exchange, enter a stream,
No individuals here.
Let the ropes between us bind and blind,
Let reason be lost,
Crimes, cries, a thousand glasses smashed,
A thousand walls doused in holy urine,
A thousand furrowed brows on the exasperated faces of a thousand small time managers,
All for talk of tour, training, and subsidiary sexual adventure,
From a purple pissed up organic unity,
This is fraternity? I’ll take to the hills.