Wednesday, May 7, 2014

WINE INTO VINEGAR

Recountable only 
precisely 
because it's so endless-

ly inscrutable—
the real myth 

of Orpheus
is first-off—

that he simply 
could have done 
anything otherwise;

that sacrifice—a mere 
ghost for those 

sweetest damn
bitter notes of almost—was ever anything 

less than 
his ideal 
and most- 

gilded of artifices!

And second—
that he didn't 
end up coming completely 

apart afterward—rendered
for the rest 
of his scrawny 

hollow output of days—
deaf-silent, completely
starving, and just going

around—desperately 
trying to taste things;

his disposition—piss-sour,
his calloused harp-

fingers—now
covered in mustard.

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