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Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Filaments for None

by Ralph Monday

I looked for love as though it could be
fish hooked from the sky

tasted in cracked nuts taken from a squirrel’s
mouth, splintered alley bricks

coated by a callgirl’s tongue, soldered
sacrifices woven from a crow’s nest

shingled stuff from a house divided by too many
colds uncared for.

Epiphany of sorts in that Calvinistic clouds
trapped me before birth.

Degrees already determined, love may as well
be found as anachronistic

Victorian gas lamps replaced by Tesla’s
crusade to have all

carried forth on humming

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