moths

moths untrammeled as your frustrated mechanisms now contradict months and months of ludicrous argument



the fallacy of eccentric causation to begin with:
in a version of slow corrosion worth a better implementation
in futility you wince as the insects (aren’t they) go at it
untrammeled indeed

threadbare spirit yours unrelated to yourself:
with problematic frequency and incoherently to boot
the different receptors fail to debunk
astonishingly digressive
the alpha and beta of the strangely triggered eruptions
that by the separation of quasi-tectonic plates in your dry clod of a body
contrive to analyze that aim that combines darkest pessimism
with the shades connected to the ethereal spheres of the commonplace

with the greatest aplomb the squalid betrayal of the rebellious cells now extant
and no remedy in sight
as the crumbling circles of fiction violently
seek to recover a modicum of self-esteem through the exercise
of outrageous aphorisms
imminent corrective succinct requests spliced in your drowning mind
by the sillier ideologues

noxious gases framing analog emphases of writerly control
sending afield more and more burningly malevolent echoes
spawned by successive nefarious diggings into the absurd notions
of succeeding abortions and lunatics emerged ranting
from the inaccurate orchestras of empowerment

crusading manipulators plot the feared minutiae
that further tear at your shrinking weary width

what left but the deadening counting of the grotesquely drawn breaths
no meaningful standpoint to assume but the beginning of violence

toss caution to the mistaken capacities of forgotten demands
and no longer in denial begin being alive
which (alas) (so far undone) consists only in suggesting to yourself
an abdominal tissue arguably untangled
as the bizarre phenomena provoked by the famished moths
at length leave you unfazed
as the encroaching stimuli become lost snakes
in a healthy warehouse where crucial instincts blossom
reflecting perchance the pursuit of a unbarred integrity
as if the beneficial fungi’s roots that were the warp and weft of the little that’s left
could still wrestle with a certain level of credibility
with the disagreeable unnerving wondered crocodile-like operatives
that keep on intercepting all the geographic shrieks
that erstwhile reigned supreme

for the sake of intactness assumed
become scarlet as the stroked flesh
surrenders to the sewn squinting eyelids
that filter the hammering rhymes
which uncoordinatedly jeopardize the involvement at the game
of episodes followed through the thresholds that exploded
like automatics loaded
damaging the anatomical portions still endowed with mimic powers
of somatic survival

across the waning compass the screams that described the known venues
have developed themselves into sudden winds
tinted patterns of alien breathing
that unfurl like actresses’ skirts with techniques and methods
priorly available as slices only of amused delight

what an exuberance of travel to the ancient peaks of virulence
the anonymous apocrypha always your favorite
clandestine and sly
sweating as a team of entwined subversives
or a symposium of cacophonous graduates quoting the masters
swaths of contagious seconds uttering broad assumptions
each searing experience ridiculously minimized
and tampered with
treated for laughs as the very foundation of the coming collapse

in tendentious camouflage the curious epigenetics of your gradual unfitness:

elusive moths that circumstances detect
as the traffic of chaotic thoughts now draws another grin
of toothless death

where every tooth had been a moth
has fluttered off.