A truculent savior, knuckles browsing
The stria of my cloistered heart.
I peel my ribs away, slackened bandages
In the custody of your cloying reversions
Jeans erased at the knees,
Machinations spewing from a pewter mug
Bedraggled and thrust upon
I raise the nozzle, rainbows cowering
Behind the blemish of chronology.
Oral Section of the test complete. Thursday is hours of testing. Forgive me if I am slow this week.