Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Poem of the Day: Untitled by Rus Khomutoff

Blood prophet blood. A soul corroded by a reality that refuses and refuses it. Here in the porpezite distance
where blue deserts of remorse manifest otherbreath.
Hyena season genesis grasp secret psalm
in search of duende.
Wild provoke of the endurance sky,
filigreen absolve
This yearning supersense unpossessed, unpassing- regeneration overmuch-
a sterile requiem unbound
amber soul sieve of moments preserved, of white like heaven unattainableness
Penultimate dial of said eventuality's carnival row exit in memory-
The rupture of word & thing,breathing stone of ponder.

Rus Khomutoff is an experimental language poet in Brooklyn,NY. His poetry has appeared in Proprose Magazine, EgophobiaPoetheadRasputin and Hypnopomp. This year, he published his debut, Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press). He is on Twitter @rusdaboss.

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