Mar/Apr 2017 • Vol. XXXIX No. 2 Poetry |

Muzzled Altar

The planned onslaught, reedy, timed out with your passage to starry boulevardsapropos here, winched as caution Train pocks the country's shorethat shelters behind its painting, or reveals it as money buttons a screen'spressing submission or oft-repeated flighty tangentAlter later A trophy rolls over the parquet It was the sliding person not the poem's entranceas if effusions writ(on the up, was the combed narrator)Some wished to rub the shinepetalling beyond itself Childish sparks reverently fizzle 

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