Likened to matter by JKD

After Hypnotized Dzina's Like it Matters

It is not outside

within an unblanked

poem

“paper deceives!”

“And ink delves?”

—what wasn’t rhetorical in this Quineauesque

production: licking, saucy, underlying Cotton’s

Matter, a substance. Chops.

Poetry got spendy.

Lovers may be paid by removal,

Exposure.

“I” says the page “am not prim.”

To which Ink replies: “Striptease?

strip poker? Speak easy

In your zero-sum style, but don’t

give it away.”

In the velodrome of writing prompts, I’d prefer

to hand out velamints. Anyone for cinnamon?

This is what was left in her grandmother’s mink coat.

Not some note, some noteworthy letter, embossed,

wax sealed. We are all of us going

nowhere-everywhichway. X-potentiated, the genome

is flawed, an eternal repetition 

“Form alone gives me the slip.”

“Poor paper, stuffed properly

into the envelope—‘n’ off you go!”

Pink imaginary ellipsis

no longer semi-fluid material.

I am down to the letter Y. I knows

U, knows U are over and beyond X.

Try? Trail? Even a plume

can do me better.

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