POINT (BLACKBIRDS IN BLINDFOLDS) 

       dressed in 
       f(r)iction
            i shudder 
            and elaborate my hands
                 "take a look at these"
                 "they hold such little value"
                 (...
                 ,aparently.
                       ...)
            but only impressions...
            cast(s) in plaster that
            configu(re)s
                 like siamese twins

                 such a delicate frame
                 of mind, of mine
                 a fragile spine
                      like a zig-zag

                      i fold it up
                      into a murder of crow
                                head first,
                      eyes sprinting for dawn
                           (all smoke and mirrors,
                                  and technicolor).

                   coat hooked black birds in blindfolds
                   caught red-handed with heroin hues
                   stuck in a grocery cart, rusting in the gutter.

                        from here,
                        the stars perforate.

                        falling, like 
                        the remains of a 
                        hole puncher.

 

 

 

BY SETH ELKINS

my name is seth elkins. i am a nomadic ex-convict from iowa. 25 years old and already destined for a nearby landfill. there was nothing to it.