i. Skin Biscayne
A wrap for what needs to be covered –
a soul extending thin under congruent lines,
and a face made up of the ages
that’s already served
as somebody’s protective coat –
and the mote is full of bones.
ii. Rack Scalpel
Razor trading.
One cut to a sound eerily eared
that does not trickle
down surface keys at will.
One benign fold into another –
broad shaft ring enveloper,
half filled with torn flesh
in a man-eaten cylinder mass.
Knife cut to a beauty mount.
Before she goes away
as who she came to become,
the light on this plastic skin
shows a dim reflection
of who she was meant to be.
iii. Above Another Layer
She grafts me
like a Goolagong spiral at the net –
to the bottom of a surface
born above another layer,
sworn in a secrecy of defiant winds…
She dances nobly
over crescent stages.
My dermal mondo-plasty
is crafted when it kicks in.
These guiding lines go down a
desirous change of will for skeletal skin
as division becomes union
on a trail above another layer.
Author notes
One more and I would have had to call it Four Skin...
A contest entry
- Skin by Heart Sutra.
1000 points, ended May 6, 2008, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really like "Another Layer."
Great stuff Ed!
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An exquisite, quivering organ of delight! What stands out so perfectly is that without titles they blend together so well. Good luck in the contest!!
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The ever enigmatic container of the soul stretched to encompass a lifetime... of weathering existence...
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very interesting metaphor in this skin trilogy...
& wonderful author's notes
lol..best of luck in the contest
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