litmus test

Confess(shins)
scrape against
the cave tunnel
wall&floor clasp
close to smother

the truth out
spreading wings
like nail marks
a  prehistoric
current(scene)

they don’t have
caves in Bruges
but plenty of bell
towers to fall from

and beer to drink�"
to pour in that
wound streaming
from your neck

(the one I carved
believing some else’s
honesty/perception cuts
so cold)

the sight-less ones come
stumbling out of cent-
uries past, asking for
sustenance�"the required
meat of honor

fractal fractions
 measuring spoons
of dripping oil
weighting out  life after life
after life(time)

slights scratched across
 the slate sum up to a
sleight of hand that is
tied
behind my back.