Thursday, May 23, 2013

Satisfaction


Satisfaction is a moment,
not a state of being.

We travel through them,
one after another,
like a series of tunnels
along a mountain road.

What comes between
is just a moment, too.
No matter how narrow
or steep the road becomes.

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  1. A Moment Between

    The road is a lapdog’s tongue
    Nailed down by carrion flies.
    Beauty’s in the breeding of
    Tics from a circus matchbox.

    Pictures of the missing blow
    Away, wisps of charred tissue
    Add the smell of something sour
    About to heave up again.

    Standing water, mosquitoes
    Above a ruptured gassline,
    The sky, bruised and waiting to
    Deliver another blow.

    [Disposable Poem May 23, 2013]
    Dr. Mike

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