Wrong Kind of Kind

This Kind Is Wrong


A lover's hatred
brightens some sweet darkness
of inner workings--heartbeat
breeding a crime.
Loud pulsating broadcast--
         then,
         physical exibit
         plundering the kind...

ways, the means be
a fool in a lie.
juxtaposition--fixed;
bound, as to the rack,
for the torture of risk
yet ever in revolution,
tilted--
as the globe to an axis.

Always the rotating sees
only one son
circling himself
to foolishness
again and again.