sleep you criminals
of the mind
mobilized
to send napalm
searing past the
trough of my ears
down Eustachian tubes
eating my throat
the roots/the words
roofing my mouth with the
muck of silence
in ooh’s and aah’s
bronze lips blurred
into the shells of teeth
groping each other to be the 1st
to gorge my air
tear, tear!
they keep on incinerating
my flair
Words by Rick Stachura. “Dionysus Bound.” February 14, 1996.
Photo by Rick Stachura. Central Park South from East 60th Street. January 3, 2023.
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