Treasure Island

Konstantinos Mark

Somnambulant Halfway House

Via some somnambulant
house of mind and body...
the chin kisses both
shoulder blades as an
owl's head three hundred
and sixty degrees
to impale a center.
Crepuscular to the degree
of abridging an Orpheus
(center) to a Eurydice
(circumference) .

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014
Edited: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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  • Daniel Y. (2/20/2014 11:26:00 PM)

    A lot of technical lexis, and an amazing style. I'm confused about it's meaning, but in awe of it's terseness: a mix of complexity and simplicity. Perhaps it's about circles in general. But a somnambulist halfway house is just such a loaded, heavy semantic! Then the word choice of impaled, and kisses, perhaps convey transition? I liked this poem, please read some of mine! (Report) Reply

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