Excess

The temptation of flamboyant self-lacerating words.

 

Excess or Word Bomb2

 

What’s with your endless

and obsessive word take-downs,

in / out the frozen half-pipe page

of big-aired snowboard frays;

the gory glory gallery gawking,

the razor-edged play/replay,

the icy drifts of slow-mo mocking snow

and self-slicing words.

 

The word flay pays dividends in readership / followship,

its pain / despondency / despair exploded sweet against a sour blue;

you caustically describe, inscribe, intaglioo

your algorithms crystalline;

you recut, resplice, rephrase,

refine, respline, pin pull, toss off

oft in brilliant triple double roll

with inverse somersault,

fate fault-spelled, a carved crash craved

again, again.

 

I soft-shoe and compliment your art’s excess

with mine: Nothing exceeds like excess.

 

Fillière  ©  11  20  2017