Cloves

What kind of curb 
will stupor onto the side
walk crabbing for scrambles
and dining unto 
the faces in the 
mirrors over
wrought by 
idiomatic
suggestion

O symbols! O shapes!
Let loose our linguistic
impulsiveness and feed
us the narratives 
plotless as 
our crestfallen teeth

Meaning?? We have 
been bleeding out
on the table
one scratch 
at a time

Breathe deep the aromatic flower
for no purpose reason end
as the forms make the most
of the boast of a sense
that a paragraph
could ever touch