steeltraptime

hot froth, coffinee slop
spilling onto spill
as
sol finds apollo overhead
saturating
like salt in hot silk

 

and vampire f(r)iends come
backwards through rent
memory. old mnemosyne
plunges fingers
into droopy skin

 

plucks my heart from head
as it pounds like hammer
 into space
 of common thingies

 

and relief is the smile of apollo,
who distended, is caught
with his pickle in the jar

 

and the anvil of your flesh
cools as I spirit into spirit, 
flung into steeltraptime.

 

Author's Note

kind of a reflection on somebody elses piece...found here: http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/48721/