sound is measured in volume
wish. the richter scale
gibbers a little.
dream. chronic scepters
splay the damp
damp foreground.
it’s true, greed.
more, a moat
toward groping.
gut-lunged. grievish.
near-sighted ditches
tussel harp sounds
in parentheses.
if the ear trips
amidst this monster
slop.
bridges. fists.
the property of my arms
floppy with it.
genre-proof
uterus verses.
dozened blood.
homonym pollen
we can’t imagine
is accidental:
heard. herd.
James Schiller is the editor of SWINE, an online magazine of contemporary poetry. His poems have been published in elimae, LEVELER, Knock Magazine, and others. He blogs at oldtestamentdeaththreats.com.
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