Dysgraphia
The ballpoint slewed
The serpentine alley
In a frisky ballet
And the rapping of the estoque
Quavered the roof beams,
Shattering the heaven
Where I fell through
In a requiem
Of tainted inks.
Fingers latticing
With an electric entanglement
And the gods hummed a lilt
Of elegiac carousing.
Words toppled
Out of the gutter
And the silken moiré
Unruffled, ejaculating
Incorrigible life.
A bard manqué,
A laureate usurper,
In a briskly cotillion
Of a subsiding swansong.
poem by Norman Santos
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