velvet lips twitch

c}{imps 8 my ears

Lipograph

Neutrinos fall through matter
like shadow.

Velvet lips twtch.
Graveled edges blown onto
dry stone capillaries,
a knife out of water.

Compressr/sustainr
expresses sounds roundr,
explicit –
rattle the quakng,
bristle the low-bush.

Fresh coat of fur – matted
with blood – dark well
in a hailstorm, cracklng
indigo hole in neon sky.

You have a praise kink –
it is difficult now to speak of poetry,
or anything else – how
can I say how it feels, when
to observe xcludes attention.

Lipographer, your ratio
is unexpected – so much text
bears down – rooted
in signal through noise.