Vertical
hiccups
Belching brief
Diagonals
Fade
Sardonic
slip-ups
Clotted clean
Horizontals
Blur
Catatonia,
deepest sleep
Confronting
devastation
And
its never changing jawline
Sudden-swift,
the tension drifts
From
comatose to aggravated assault
Upon
the sensing fluidity
A
liquid, tastes a bit like water—
Funny,
cause it says its water—go figure!
One,
two, three, four/ seconds pause—
&
Cascade quenches parchment/ Hiccups no more.
Like how that first bit just slips off the tongue. But those damn hiccups make me feel like I'll pop a lung, only get them every once in a while but they sure can be vile. As for life's hiccups can't really avoid those, as away the river flows and when there are no more you're pretty much at the shore.
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these areas are when I see your work really in its element (not that other aspects are poor!). The wordplay, smithery, and cogent, pithy phrasing that almost certainly contains subtext.