"Exercise: Catorce"

In sharp surprise the clouds run
off the wavering heap of smog.
This slag of red belief remains,
Vesuvius and glacier darg,
and patiently withstands hot carve
and bite of effervescent eye.

Blue stations of the tamarack dog
appear among our tactile clouds
unchanged. I wear a leather bruise
as well as gather important shreds
for skeletal hand in mischief-gray
to dig the ruin of interview shoes.

Eating my lunch in interview shoes
a savage rock amidst black mud
yet something for a ghost to hug
wavering against tough ooze,
this knavery that does not know clouds
in sharp surprise of radar run.


Chiasmus in Antiquity.