from "verbalized seppuku.."

right now, at that time is hive of digger wasp singe dynamite ticking..
the last breath before the scream as the prisons detonate..
the lost order of the crisis apparition, musing capone as he plays his banjo, alone in the shower room..
and from behind the mirror the sound of violence was heard..
as the product of a spontaneous listening, one third of the heavenly host followed as forerunners and commited the sin of hubris, with the spirit of murdedred men who seek survival after death..
witnesses reported, prisoners were shot trying to scale the walls..
all of the above bodies were piled two and three deep, facing the enemy on the steps of the masters mansion..

bathed in blood and climbing over the dead in sandals of straw..
right now, at that time the round woman is four cornered by reason..
her age is hidden..
stunned by the scent of clovebuds, nursed from her little finger..
a flimsy garment substance of green above her mirror and the continuous tapping that seems to come from behind it..
the product of inner listening..
and the sound of violence was heard..
quickening the lagging..

 

Gabriel Shaffer is currently dwelling in Cleveland, Ohio and has been writing poetry all his life. He has performed in Austin, Texas during SXSW with John Sinclair, as well as in Chicago in the Coyote Festival 2000. He has been published in a few, small zines based in Ohio and is currently at work on a novel.