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the word is an ekphrastic nightmare...

October 15, 2011

the word is an ekphrastic nightmare
a semantic blackhole   it exists

      the ice in my glass makes pretty grotesques
      my drink is a horror

   but try to perceive it (let alone describe
   explicate without removing the self

      the two fingers of bourbon never melt
      their soft touch gently burns the cut in my lip