Geometric Armories

Lay down your arms. Limbs,

mannequins of violent angles.

Shrapnel nails. Plastic smiling.

Chests twist in Mobius smoke

pale as cigarettes. Addicts for

throats like the Old Testament.


Parallelogram claws intersect

intention with a perpendicular

pastel. Its softness cracks like

china. Roundness to tectonics.


The chips tingle ice. Isosceles.

Dishes shake at sixty degrees.

Why should we see sharpness,


shapes where colors could flow?


Drink analytically. I’d rather cut

your hands than calm the stirring.



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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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