My Broken Thing (Spleen)

The crack runs in a perfect concentric curve
Around the emphatic core
The goblins have been on vacation since the 14th C

So you can’t blame them
An airplane’s window blew in and somebody died
So it’s not as bad as that

There was a time when it was as they say
Relatively entire
And in the dire future the damage will only increase

Blue surfaces are the most vulnerable
Or so it seems
Some people stand by blue

But orange passes away almost instantly
So you hardly ever see it
But that’s not relevant anyway

Like the fuse of the starry welkin
Or a Hapsburg celestial medallion
Hard to focus on decor when the faucet’s dripping

8 over 6 the gumpress routine
Doesn’t make any sense
But it’s not quite nonsense the art of fencing

The facile dynasties
March by in a masque of tableaux vivants
Scorning the persistence of vision

The transcript of the fashion show
Sealed without an expiration date
Hard to focus on declamation with so many periphrases

Don’t you cry no more
Trickling tears are vain
You can always borrow a replacement

An inferior replacement
To laminate the symptom
To flesh the blade from top to toe

A fissure a crevasse
A mouthèd wound
Though seen of none save the connoisseur

And the senses fall through
The fog the noise the concealing fragrance
The anaesthesia the inert tongue

The traditional itinerary fails to factor
Did it ever work for those doughty ancestors
Did it ever work for me

If memory serves
But no
Memory in its selectivity only rules

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