Saturday, November 20, 2010

Poetry via Post-Rock: Flugufrelsarinn

Flugufrelsarinn

Trace my silhouette –
easy once,
it was
broken lines
now aroused,
a violent cleanse

your purple crayon,
free from protocol
(those insidious hegemonies)
traipses skyward
an outline
an outlier
a bloodline

screeching through the ether
like the most beautiful
nails-on-blackboard,
perfection dovetailing a
sonic dissonance

luminescent aubergine
cradles a newly crystallized ego,
free from buzzing
free from bruising
(an alabaster abortion)

your efforts,
in vain no more.
each fly caught
each i dotted,
by a stoic hand
no longer harried.

[ jh ]

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