24 CapricesA Poem by Onoma
twenty four caprices of lording fire--
a violin grabbing the horsehair of a bow. brutal angulations, the muteness of hollowed out release--keen to its own ear. then multiplying fingers plucking at strings, as if deviously imposing a riddle. the karma sutra of incubi & succubi. the idle thoughts of their prince, supping at a decomposed apple--its tiny anuses sliding out seeds. while he looks up in ejaculatory boredom-- unable to live it way down.
© 2024 OnomaAuthor's Note
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