Ouroboros

Hold fast to mischief, you
sun-tousled child, brother
to anonymity and to knowledge
Take this as if you weren't
taking anything at all

You were grandfathered into
this scheme, your hope is
certainly not your own
Whatever comes
what never knows
frowns are extraneous

We narrate ceaselessly
conjoined at the larynx
This makes you feverish
Editorial jurisdiction cloaked in
bananaficarious trumpery unhinged
kneaded in domes hollow like icy
pipes in the crowded cold halls of
institutional, pubescent pondering

Heiress in chains
see all with a kiss
civil eyes
can find nothing amiss

Forego your due process
be not miserly or timid
proudly gouge the ribbed
mechanism that constrains you
Like a stained shoe
strained through
the one who claims you
never knew who named you

You with exhaled love
waver like red rubber
in a medicated wind
screwed into your
ancestral socket and
resign your thoughts
painfully
to the gradient darkness

Stuart S. and Whitney Testa
12 October 2009
(Stu and I used a very dysfunctional typewriter to collaborate on the preceding work. I will upload an image of the original in time, the retrograde implications of crooked Courier typeface do much for the art of it all.)