Friday, January 3, 2014

BETWEEN SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS

If you
thirst—if you're

fresh—you can
try
to give guff-

enough
to crack
and
drink-

from those
occasional
harsh and
occluding damn

rocks—the ones
that some tend

to
call punctuation

marks.
Or else,

maybe take a straw
to these—
wide
and whirling

gulfs of ambiguous
white

mist

between

text.

Me?—I'd sooner
drown! All salty
up-
right

and reticent—

to say any
more

than I
absolutely—motherfucking

meant.

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