A Poetic Offering
From an earlier, protosurrealist period.
Rhapsodies in Multiple Colors I Shape them in boxes and do not hope. Legs without minds within the fracture of unopened Earth.There were fragments
in my eye
exploded bombs
shards of a window
out, the pressure within.II
Don't bother to explain.
You swear on words
formed of air, your meaning
is certain as poison,
large as ether
and collapsing distance
as a bridge.Where have you been?
The x-ray and then the knife,
conclusion inevitable
as digestion
and unpleasant.© 2002, Steven Riddle
