Neutrality

These things are foul things.

Mercilessly cunning, erotic in

A way. I play with them, 

Unhook the cage and let them

Stumble drunkenly from

The ivory cradle.

I love them. I find them

Poking me like pins, a cancerous

Raffle, each begging to be the 

Stem. I am tense in a wire

Suit. Erect, stiffened so I cannot

Evade a single prick.

How many times must I

Employ you? How many ways

Can I twist and tangle you to

Mitigate the brutality of

A sunrise? 

Isn't this enough? Is this not a

Testament, a coin revolving mid-toss?

I once believed these black

Blocks would rise solely from that unholy triad,

If not all, than the ultimate.

Lift the magnifying lens, ignorant iris.

Was I incorrect? Deleted drafts of the

Alchemic buffer.

A high, high number.

But I love them. I collect them

Like butterflies that met fate freshly.

My skull has never been so full

Of phantom wings, tickling.

O what a ghastly scab, neutrality.

A fickle stalemate.

Do not dare to make me state his name.

Do not dare to make me debate with a 

Duplicate of my physical frame.

Yes I reference the deathless,

The glittering ghouls that haunt

All print, possess palette, pencil.

But I'll be hanged for my

Redundant return to the crux.

Ribbon rhymes strapping me 

To a tolerable voltage.

Does that not reveal enough? 

I can hardly count the times he

Brings a soiled Spring to me 

And blooms on page, in pixel.

The ugliest thistle. Good god, my eyes 

Ascend and bend to the

Inertia, darting across the spectrum.

It is a cavernous room, packed

Tight as a pipe with all of you.

My innocence stripped by the

Cry of this vicissitude.

One could pose that I abuse as I

Use, but I am 

Prone to argue. Just lean into 

The mirror. 

Lean into it - I'm certain you'll see it too.

You do not do.

And yet you do.

And still you do not do.

© 2014 BENJAMIN SMITH

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dversepoets.com prompt, June 5, 2014

"So what do you believe of language? which is it? the best tool? does language fail?

Answer that, or perhaps tell us a time language failed you. or maybe when you found just the right words."

Completed too late to link, but I figured submission was paramount after a birth like this.