What You Don't See Is Not Necessarily Not There
I
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug
Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck
under the rust-ridden slime
stuck to phlegm and saliva globs
dried blood and flaky semen
shot through with crap
The seen and the unseeable
The sane and the goneforsaken
This glob of virus a syruppy eggdash
got rid of in a hurry
close your thoughts
to the raw genital-vaginal whiff of public lavatories
the brothel closets' stained sticky sheets
the stink and the dirt and the stinging hell
that comes from under
pipes
tanks
drains
sewers
rivers
all stuffed with fizzing
fuming water
cloacal wind
and the aftershave lotion
Nothing that wouldn't burn forever
when we all disappear
II
Even if you slow your rhythm down to a stilled beat
at rest
haven't you heard your blood
coursing through in a reckless lickety-split
past the pinned ear in the pillow
The silence of the hour
outside
your pulse down to a twenty-five or thirty
listless
cutaway from the clatterbanging engine within
gushing
whistling
throttling
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poem by T. Wignesan
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