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Oxford leather slaps mahogany-
no apology of echo to stares.

Jagged Man enters,
Hermes tie

Windsor Gordian throat askance;

the nerve of that chest hair!

Sharded
glass fingertips erase lips
strung taut as grey sails breaching a
pin striped squall line.

Unspoken mandate,

stronger than any silence,
beaded eyes, measured suited crocodiles ticking to
an unforgivably visible carotid pulse.

This, after the fall.

(Earth DID rush UP to meet him, he now knew. It/'/s true,
It comes to us; we don/'/t go to it}.

Before the Fall;

When his back and chest bore no round scar
of pin oak waiting at the bottom of the gorge,

Composed Man roiled behind his ceramic mien;
year month week day minute second;

fresh on dawn for life,

shackled blind mind fiercely commanding soldierly fingers
to Gordian war;

daily, anew.

Today? The perfect Windsor knot?
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The Fall
Date: Thursday, 16th March 2017 @ 12:58:28 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno


Oxford leather slaps mahogany-
no apology of echo to stares.

Jagged Man enters,
Hermes tie

Windsor Gordian throat askance;

the nerve of that chest hair!

Sharded
glass fingertips erase lips
strung taut as grey sails breaching a
pin striped squall line.

Unspoken mandate,

stronger than any silence,
beaded eyes, measured suited crocodiles ticking to
an unforgivably visible carotid pulse.

This, after the fall.

(Earth DID rush UP to meet him, he now knew. It/'/s true,
It comes to us; we don/'/t go to it}.

Before the Fall;

When his back and chest bore no round scar
of pin oak waiting at the bottom of the gorge,

Composed Man roiled behind his ceramic mien;
year month week day minute second;

fresh on dawn for life,

shackled blind mind fiercely commanding soldierly fingers
to Gordian war;

daily, anew.

Today? The perfect Windsor knot?


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