In exile poetry class with Andr\u00e9 Breton,
\nConspiring ice picks behind the teacher\u2019s eyes.
\nAwait the lightning strike to ostracize
\nOr demonize while feeling put upon.
\nThe categorical imperative drones on
\nAnd on, releases spans of tentative whys.
\nSo though a lover can only sympathize
\nDenatured life seems so sickly and wan.
\nHer thighs like goosedown plains of promise reel
\nBelow the hemline of dream and cheekbone\u2019s fire
\nWhile peasants\u2019 flowers braid themselves above
\nExploding skies where open secrets feel
\nThe sweaty pulse of Satan\u2019s stolen lyre
\nAnd even braindead drones can talk of love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In exile poetry class with Andr\u00e9 Breton, Conspiring ice picks behind the teacher\u2019s eyes. Await the lightning strike to ostracize Or demonize while feeling put upon. The categorical imperative drones on And on, releases spans of tentative whys. So though a lover can only sympathize Denatured life seems so sickly and wan. Her thighs like … <\/p>\n