We are making, from the new pasts
Of our missteps, electrocardiograms
This is the bloody art
A kind of duel
Back to back
Twelve apostolic paces to the self
Turn blindly, blindly fire
A crabbing angularity
The wound bent
In throes like love
Remove the slug
From where it sits
Inside the chest
Throw the stone
Hop step jump
Still avoiding falling space debris
And the prismatic alacrity
Of tall, unwieldy buildings
About the Creator
C S Hughes
C S Hughes grew up on the edges of sea glass cities and dust red towns. He has been published online and on paper. His work tends to the lurid, and sometimes to the ludicrous, but seeks beauty in all its ecstasy and artifice.
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