ROUNDHOUSE

[Eric Helms]

ROUNDHOUSE

Pregnant with yet another abortion
S lumbers out of her next trojan horse.
The distortion is so raw that we veer 
Into the blanket-white field of a Wilde

Bill Blake postcard on which my initials 
Stand for something like 
The black hole sun

Lewis Carroll would twist then barely 
Carve from a copper rope, which Gilbert

Specified as enough of a tail to 
Hang myself with; somewhere pink back
Along the white blaze of an Old Oregon Trail […]

If only the start was the finishing move
As I tie a square knot for my turn
With a tourniquet, sucking out 
The charge of this poison.