Thrown a failure to thrive

Student of the rise? Old man
drinks of that fountain, has a chest
flat as rainwater on a board.
Again. Then breathes funny,
funny as the stomach through
the lining of a man lying down.
Lies down soon. Relaxes for an hour
until he agitates the very air
around his throat, his throat the water
turned alcohol for such a stair
into falling over or stepping fair.
Since some do even both
he’ll perhaps sprout four arms,
sprout them in alarm, like needles,
like the alfalfa or the porcupine
who dares enter the other world,
dares show up its spines, and curls
as a ball of twine through a mind unfurled.

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~ by Jeremy on October 13, 2010.

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