breach [2012]

(laughter sprung into convulsions)          (an apparition flowered through a sieve)

(graduation assumed a hatred) (whistling lips approximated dictionaries)

(the opposite of narrow sagged)              (a skeleton knelt beside a churn)

(numbering became a reworked lock) (sovereignty swallowed consternation)

                                (and seething howled into the breach)

                  This is an account of the moment when parentheses, bored
                 and superficial, became boundaries, commands, throttles, and
                 maudlin memorials to blasphemy.  They cornered clockwork,
                 stinging quickly with their quills, and proceeded to sever
                 the electrical deposits it had salvaged.  

                 All cancellations were chattering as news of this brainstorm 
                 reached the wires and pipes.  Could this manifestation of 
                 code become more than a semblance of fluorescent 
                 attraction?  Might the vacancies brought about by this 
                 engagement render the winners and mattresses lumpy?  And 
                 when, if ever, would the gestural erection of attendant 
                 elephants result in something other than a simple 
                 background?  Whatever ended up pitched against the 
                 banister, it would have to be thin enough to weather the 
                 resin and the axiom, too.  

                 Precarious -- that's how it's been identified until now.  But 
                 tingling through doorways will soon cease to be enough, 
                 especially as God and the other attractors find rhythmic 
                 parallels in this plasm.  The apparel must begin to speak to 
                 the canon, not as a tongue tunneling through its diminishing
                 audience, but as a comb through the pendulous hairs of its 
                 enemies.  A trill is poised to seize all.

                 (Stiffening brings the phlegm up in a panic, and the perimeter
                 flickers in the shadow of noise.  Miranda might knowingly 
                 make reference to something lunar, or the horn of an animal,
                  but I'm content to resume my barrel stare, and to conjure
                  nothing of consequence.)