truth electron tears
sourced by hand percussion drill,
positions undertaken by
fourth floor bureaucrats
with obsidian knowledge
passed hand to hand
to next in line,
five on the rope
she had there remainder
shadow staining dress,
undergarments shrunken
bare hidden forms
still secreted away,
tantalus would share
morsel by morsel,
tear decanter drunk
dry sliced eyes
circled on a plate,
leaves of the solitary unseen
grows on higher boughs,
no dreams would come
bureaucrats shimmer
one became ape in the room
wanting her now lain out
eating eye slices
tearing fabric,
bisect her flesh
find house of womb
betwixt the merry lanes,
and bestow
a lineage of being,
each passing memorygrams
of this day,
that history became a white puffball
untainted by wind
vibrant in an untethered life,
lips spill a smile,
it is done,
monochromatic lungs exhale
chaise long divan sprawl
psycho optic devices
watched from balcony
ape demure retreat,
sanctioned now by all,
foetal organism growth
placenta footed
leaving footprints
for tomorrow
I’m not truly sure what this means – I get caught between Saint Lucy and Monica Lewinsky and illegal abortions and general corruption and abuse, and maybe even Saint Agatha mixed in – you see I’m heavy on the Italian painters and Saints – and then there’s the monkey. That said, it’s quite vivid and powerful and disturbing. For me– and really this is just a comment based on my own insufficiencies as a reader – the lay-out makes things a bit harder – you write in such a distilled crystallized way and your images are so packed — all great – that’s already something to parse though – I find then the centering and the short line no punctuation makes it harder for me. I’m not saying you should change anything as your work is wonderful and many people don’t have these problems at all – I’m a very literal reader – but this may be an aspect which doesn’t add so much to the content but may make it harder for people who are (like me) more plodding. Just a thought. You work is wonderful. k.
Interesting poem with a LOT going on… feels very… physical? Not even sure that’s quite what I mean, but there are a lot of cool metaphors here.
Bureaucrats are paid to push the paper…keep it moving…keep US from THEM. Some think they are able to determine what we do, what we say, what we think…You do know I’m freely sorting this out in your comment box, right?
Many paths to venture down, many words that mean so many things…you’ve just tied up my mind for hours! 
very cool Chris. Some awesome lines throughout, love the whole ending sequence, from monochromatic down. Which reminds me, kudos on word choice as well, very nicely done. thanks
This is really intense…not sure I quite get it, but you triggered a visceral response with this–with all the hard, shiny surfaces.
Hmm… I see government, women, babies… but I’m probably really off.
I agree with Brian that this evoked a disturbing image..yes, surrealistic with some sharp images. The title made me feel like there was something evolutionary to it. Sometimes I think we’re more monkey like than apes.
Interesting array of images and an intriguing title that suggests a meaning for possible connections
dry sliced eyes….dang some really visceral imagery in this man….i am not completely sure what happened but i feel somewhat distrubed by the end….let me sit with htis one…will come back and try to leave a little more coherant comment in a bit….