Tuesday, April 12, 2016

THRESHOLDS

I shudder to think—
if they didn't

have those 
good sturdy 

frames all around them,
oh 

god! 
How

everyone would be
completely 

shellshocked—
roving and 

raving,
like 

mad,
up and 

down the 
otherwise stolid 

marble white 
halls of soft institutes—

simply from having 
to witness

every last appalling,
wildly 

disenfranchised,
and soul-

sickening spot—
where 

even the most
enthralling

of 
paintings—just stops.