This Force Sovereign in its Gnosis

by Douglas Blazek

Contesting never–perfected effort,
poetics, pivoting
affinity’s prescience,
quibbles its riveting
scribble of shifting rifts.
How worthwild this writing
customizing cliches
with a knife’s original lips!
How such flourish
zeals the plush read of petulance
to pet the real!
Yet words, far avant
their curriculum vitae,
alter us not from ape to starlight
but to a seethed pastiche
pitching its ingredients
as god’s hot topics.
And so this force,
sovereign in its gnosis, corrosive
to our thesis, keeps
phallusing a pregnant ghost
birthing our mouth’s
impersonation of the world
openly buried in a spoken grave.