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October 15, 2011
10:19 PM
the word is an ekphrastic nightmare...

the word is an ekphrastic nightmare
a semantic blackhole   it exists

      the ice in my glass makes pretty grotesques
      my drink is a horror

   but try to perceive it (let alone describe
   explicate without removing the self

      the two fingers of bourbon never melt
      their soft touch gently burns the cut in my lip