Melding

performance poem

Poem

 

Melt into a pool of chrome
in my zone.
Throw the zone of known out the window
the window will let it
fall
away.
Don’t fall away with it.

Stay and muddle in your puddleness
your silver dress
and digress with me
down a drain of drowning
out.
Droning out license
ice pens signing away eye sense.
Ear sense sensing ends of two cents
of long-term investments
made by uncommon sense.
Common scent
of known tones
now melted notes
welded and
sweltering in
the scent of burnt
lost
form.

 

more by A. M. Laine

photograph by Kamesh Vedula

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