Elision

  human   rats
      
       hunt  the  symmetrists  to  extinction
    
     our     perfume      expires  as    ornaments    erode
  
  all  our        venuses
                           
                                trivial
 
   what  remains            our    un      ending        earache
  
        the          elision  of    our  many     experiences

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio

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