Inflammation

A Poem

Jerked around like a sun on a snapping chain The chair sinks under heavy and heavier ink Brawny pastimes shouldering through unnecessary curlicues Bottles of debt can’t be broken so easily

or without comment

Stern goals pale under immoderate use of phallic understatements What happened to the orbit that I got spun this way? Pure continuity has been in detention and we got out of the haze with dim lights But this inflammation

that never cools doesn’t smoke either

J.D. Harms 2020