Looking on from Sixth Sense
Flashes of smoky images
crash against the mental cortex
warping time and memory
and hovering on the edge of sight.
Head turning, nothing there;
nape of neck erecting
as phalangeal ghosts play on.
Muted, muffled moans
strum the triune ear
in sensual vibrations
fading at the listening.
Edgy epidermal equations
make no sense
and cause the skin to crawl.
Flares of nasal resonance
announce the scent so near
and yet undetectable.
Have I lost my senses
or has the taste once sweet
gone sour and so I do not eat?
Copyright © July 26, 2009 by Karen M. Crump
Flashes of smoky images
crash against the mental cortex
warping time and memory
and hovering on the edge of sight.
Head turning, nothing there;
nape of neck erecting
as phalangeal ghosts play on.
Muted, muffled moans
strum the triune ear
in sensual vibrations
fading at the listening.
Edgy epidermal equations
make no sense
and cause the skin to crawl.
Flares of nasal resonance
announce the scent so near
and yet undetectable.
Have I lost my senses
or has the taste once sweet
gone sour and so I do not eat?
Copyright © July 26, 2009 by Karen M. Crump
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