Fable of Pursuit

by Douglas Blazek

Thought, its exhaust
from use, from astute appetite,
pollutes by bite’s pursuit
circuitously prophetic

pathetically indemic
in endless deadends
wooing a sphere pure
as the perimeter
of earth without world.

Riveted little wreckages
lip–written bridges
ventriloquially re–steeling
skeletal debris
repeating speaking’s
eavesdropping echo
tectoning a vow
no knowledge knows.

Ubiquity’s blueprint,
disheveled panoramically
as blackprint’s pathology,
revs a roadmap’s despotic
copy neologically ahead.
Red’s stoplight never read.