Post Syntax

`


tiers of words

enveloping

c
a
s
c
a
d
i
n
g
salted

fresh with tears

and

gusts of crocodile
b r e a t h

taking

d
o
w
n

my meat from dust

covered shelves that

I m a y d a n c e

cheek to cheek with

your butcher's knife


the spring runs dry

exhausting itself

with racking gurgles

and in the wake

of its demise

the romantics arose

to bury our relationship

in the bloodied adjectival phrases

where it died that morning.


`

by Frederick Kesner

Comments (1)

after a night out, if i'm in trouble, i shall recite this poem and i should be all right Thank you frederick Kind regard's AJS