The Vertigo Contraption
a rendering of a reflection of a shadow
and the words are in the way. weak words, old thoughts.
a precision machine, poinsed on itself.
toys on the shelf. which to pick. what to say?
when to like the way it sounds?
its not loud enough.
it’s not profound enough,
hackneyed, cliche’.
make it destroy itself,
this elaborate conditioned response
make them scream
take the words away
A spreading of wings,
A barking at people,
Angels on the steeple:
They speak for themselves.