Jaunty the porkpie, and jaunty
the cigarette angle. Shard
broken off something hard
and luminous penetrating
we shrink from unalloyed
heat, wit-sharpened rage to melt
pretense and carefully curated
social mechanism. Dystopia a cliché,
but still reality, total.
Vox clamantis in the street, or from
the balcony of some tower-
block apartment, glass concrete
I imagine and metal.
(Metal, metal—flesh so fragile.)
Money’s sour breath, or light
glancing momentarily off spun
filaments curious necessary
impertinent webbing of words
in cold sun air.
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Mark Scroggins is the author of four previous collections of poetry, the most recent being Pressure Dressing (MadHat, 2018). The first fifty sections of Zion Offramp are forthcoming as a single volume.
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