Extraction Drills
Begin
1.
The caravan lazes with surgical sheers.
We implement moments. Artifice.
2.
Our wives laze with surgical sheers.
We implement moments of hunger,
the artifice, our crumbling edifice.
3.
Sure, wives & sheers, but we’re hungry.
Momentarily, the implements of artifice
will crumble. Our edifice will commit
sabotage. This coiled wanting. Here.
4.
Sure. Our wives laze with surgical sheers.
But we’re hungry.
In moments, the implements of artifice will crumble.
Our edifice will commit to coiled wanting,
here, in the sharp gleam of polished cutlery,
5.
Sure. The caravan commits. We wait.
Our wives are hungry. They coil and want. Polish
cutlery. We’re sharp in moments. A gleam
beneath the edifice.
Artificial. But here.
Rifted. Exposed. Divided in drawers.
6.
The caravan commits and we wait.
Our wives are hungry. They coil with want.
Sharp moments gleam behind edificial porticoes.
Families huddle, their children writhe
in the shadows of this portentous edifice.
Here, rifts exposed, gods divided into drawers,
we’ll shoot if we have to.
7.
Yes. We’ll shoot if we have to. If
the wives hunger & want. If the
porticoes crumble. If gods divide
in drawers. Families can writhe & rift.
Sharpen children in the coils of this edificial
huddle. We must shadow the caravan.
Develop portents from simple signs:
a tire, an axle, the exposed machine.
8.
We’ll shadow the caravan.
Develop portents from simple signs:
a tire, an axle, the exposed machine.
Our wives hunger and want. Our gods,
divided in drawers, sharpen children at the
porticoes. We’ll not let our families writhe
in the coils of this edificial huddle.
We’ll shoot you if we have to.
9.
We sharpen the coils. Expose
the machine. The caravan spawns children.
Axels between drawers. Our gods
tire. Huddle beneath shots. Wive themselves
on shadowy porticoes. Beyond the
edifice. Beyond this hunger. We are
momentary. We commit.
10.
The machine spawns duplicates.
We commit in moments, shots
from the shadows, gods in exposition.
We huddle in the portico, beyond
edification, beyond hunger, waiting it out.
The Purification and The Progeny.
11.
Yes. Purify the exposition. Purify
the portico. Duplicate this spawning
machine. Behind the edifice,
a hunger for movement. Moments later,
a commotion of progeny.
12.
Behind this edifice, the machine hungers. Behind
this movement: a calculated moment. Expose
duplicates to commotion. Watch for extrapolation,
extraction. Are they obsolete. Or absolved.
13.
No more teeth, but the extraction begins. Don’t
absolve the orthodontist. Her calculated edifice. Her
duplicate obsessions. Her drill, now obsolete.
14.
Extraction drills begin before dawn. Arm to the teeth.
Calculate. Expose the obsolete. Absolve no obsessions.
1.
The caravan lazes with surgical sheers.
We implement moments. Artifice.
2.
Our wives laze with surgical sheers.
We implement moments of hunger,
the artifice, our crumbling edifice.
3.
Sure, wives & sheers, but we’re hungry.
Momentarily, the implements of artifice
will crumble. Our edifice will commit
sabotage. This coiled wanting. Here.
4.
Sure. Our wives laze with surgical sheers.
But we’re hungry.
In moments, the implements of artifice will crumble.
Our edifice will commit to coiled wanting,
here, in the sharp gleam of polished cutlery,
5.
Sure. The caravan commits. We wait.
Our wives are hungry. They coil and want. Polish
cutlery. We’re sharp in moments. A gleam
beneath the edifice.
Artificial. But here.
Rifted. Exposed. Divided in drawers.
6.
The caravan commits and we wait.
Our wives are hungry. They coil with want.
Sharp moments gleam behind edificial porticoes.
Families huddle, their children writhe
in the shadows of this portentous edifice.
Here, rifts exposed, gods divided into drawers,
we’ll shoot if we have to.
7.
Yes. We’ll shoot if we have to. If
the wives hunger & want. If the
porticoes crumble. If gods divide
in drawers. Families can writhe & rift.
Sharpen children in the coils of this edificial
huddle. We must shadow the caravan.
Develop portents from simple signs:
a tire, an axle, the exposed machine.
8.
We’ll shadow the caravan.
Develop portents from simple signs:
a tire, an axle, the exposed machine.
Our wives hunger and want. Our gods,
divided in drawers, sharpen children at the
porticoes. We’ll not let our families writhe
in the coils of this edificial huddle.
We’ll shoot you if we have to.
9.
We sharpen the coils. Expose
the machine. The caravan spawns children.
Axels between drawers. Our gods
tire. Huddle beneath shots. Wive themselves
on shadowy porticoes. Beyond the
edifice. Beyond this hunger. We are
momentary. We commit.
10.
The machine spawns duplicates.
We commit in moments, shots
from the shadows, gods in exposition.
We huddle in the portico, beyond
edification, beyond hunger, waiting it out.
The Purification and The Progeny.
11.
Yes. Purify the exposition. Purify
the portico. Duplicate this spawning
machine. Behind the edifice,
a hunger for movement. Moments later,
a commotion of progeny.
12.
Behind this edifice, the machine hungers. Behind
this movement: a calculated moment. Expose
duplicates to commotion. Watch for extrapolation,
extraction. Are they obsolete. Or absolved.
13.
No more teeth, but the extraction begins. Don’t
absolve the orthodontist. Her calculated edifice. Her
duplicate obsessions. Her drill, now obsolete.
14.
Extraction drills begin before dawn. Arm to the teeth.
Calculate. Expose the obsolete. Absolve no obsessions.
williamgallien's work has appeared in Versal and On Uneven Ground and is forthcoming in Snow Monkey, Pontoon and Slightly West. He sells plastic boxes and organizes bedroom closets to support his unrewarding writing habit.
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