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Minuscule Shock

A Poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Tiny termitic backgrounds
creased by the lives of insects
the dead are around here somewhere
The stone wisdom of suffering
taking electricity into its hand
with a universal colonoscopy
still shaking the massive catheter
On purpose
the moon was simply waning
never getting to the wax
The rhetoric now seems gigantic
stored in the old turpentine cans
but the acid never gets around
to scarring the system of the shock



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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms


Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas