Archetypes

Next Sunday look at
Spider jukebox sands of
Swinging square and
In precision all the
Make-ready housed in
Inhibition cupboard
Roused his vital
Floating pure feeling
Wouldn’t be many
Names appalled out
Of the faces of
Archetypes
Dim-lit in their
Great day of
The feast harrowing
Hymnal can suppress
Their imprecision
On the other
Hand their sleep-welt
World of phyllotaxis
Commonplace
In English style and
Manner floating the
Horses and their
Manes in the realm
Wouldn’t tame
Him happenstance
Nor red-brown in
Their accuracy and
Seclusion out of
The faces of
Archetypes
Hinged after
Dinner blood
And bones
As slot-closed
In completion.


by Chris Katsaropoulos