Pilgrim
Gracie Leavitt tagged Text I. Street
Let us —- neurotic cages rattling down the street —- viva la blah blah blah, that virtuous blues —- take in some virulent nonage —- and the glutted club of stammerers —- we muster for a saga of bleary steppes —- we huddle in the brass drained from cages.
II. Prison
This obese joinery scared a man —- was killed by a falling scrim —- black jacket bolted shut —- over the hem of sky you come white —- white sheet knotted to white sheet and so on —- the prisoners climb out from their windows —- called back to —- there the beach under the street we rattle down —- raise glasses, goblets, cups of fire higher.
III. Beach
Roiling provenance of agitated lime —- out of what was built —- backs of legs tighten into walls around water —- my eyes are leached —- the beach is lit.
IV. Postscript
As only will would contort and caress —- this redemption slow moving —- a saffron cylinder of clean water to drown mice in —- to slobber over the torso of anima —- adore it, breaking.