Ars Poetica

Instrument to crack
crustaceans shell
the bones of a dam

Sketching the afrit
Cyclone of demiphilosophy
funneling to chambers
in qwerty keyboards
and pens. Hair tousled

for the reverence - a disclosure.
For the trophe - expression
rarified. My diet knows the sea raw

knows the cooked by millenia
The landfall of poetry has no

necessary home. Neither
the first or latest. Neither
Historical or data reflective.

I surrender the import
of word though. Make an
image of scissors