04-02-2013, 07:23 PM
The itch is first, face and hands
then neck and back as hair, thick
and ropy, bursts forth like lunar
moss. Then the fever, pregnant heavy,
red as crushed rose paste, hazes
thoughts of rent and taxes, presses,
stems the panic of misshapen bones
and mangled shaggy saber tipped paws.
Finally, the lupine clear awareness
of the thrombic tick, a staccato calling
click, the rhythmic pull
of a distant carotid pulse.
milo
then neck and back as hair, thick
and ropy, bursts forth like lunar
moss. Then the fever, pregnant heavy,
red as crushed rose paste, hazes
thoughts of rent and taxes, presses,
stems the panic of misshapen bones
and mangled shaggy saber tipped paws.
Finally, the lupine clear awareness
of the thrombic tick, a staccato calling
click, the rhythmic pull
of a distant carotid pulse.
milo