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Connect the Dots

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/05/11

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality disappears,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
out contracts and strategies and frontiers.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, tunnels and boxes and spheres,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random static interferes.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins.  This will last countless years,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she writes down what she hears.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality diverges,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
out silences and censoring and purges.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, malisons and blasphemies and dirges,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random interference surges.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years of urges,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she writes down what emerges.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality takes its leave,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
a quilt, a patchwork veil, a tangled weave.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, each grudge, each qualm, each peeve,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random interruptions grieve.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, the years her memories thieve,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she writes down what she'll conceive.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality's realigned,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
to capture, to confine, to gag, to bind.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
beside her bed, crouched down to read her mind,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random beloved ones go blind.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years she can't rewind,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she conceives the breath resigned.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality blows its dreams,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
its style, its knack, its purposes, its schemes.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind through sewerhole slipstreams,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random circumstance redeems.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years of cursed themes,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she concocts a sound that screams.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality gets itself ignored,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
its cadence, tempo, pulse, and then its chord.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind the way it's been restored,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random insight draws its sword.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years slip by the board,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she finds the word as her reward.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality catches a chill,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
its mark, pursuit, the ambush and the kill.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind submerged in wrong and ill,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random ambiance holds still.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, the countless years until,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as her won't devours her will.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality rejoins the war,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
out the thief, assailant, pickpocket, whore.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind in bruise, in scratch, in sore,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random contact slams a door.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, the countless years of more
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she knows what it's all for.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality troubles itself anon,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
through intents and purposes of pro versus con.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, from whatever to whereupon,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random spikes poke the pentagon.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, the countless years run on and on,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she gets it safely gone.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality takes an awkward turn,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
past gash, past fracture, lesion, cramp and burn.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, another mental trap to learn,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random scraps of torment churn.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years move to adjourn,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she saves up enough to earn.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality chokes on the ennui,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
for coup de coeur, for auto-da-fé, for felo de se.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, tagged and filed a refugee,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random fire with rains agree.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years fall free,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she knows how things must be.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality bends for spanks,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
(oh, but lest she forgets to say so - for this, thanks).
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, paced with fugues and blanks,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random meaning in it clanks.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, staff countless years ranks,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she imitates its pranks.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality trades in verb for noun,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
each grimace, sneer, smirk, scowl, glare, and frown.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, shades of gray smudged brown,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random talk heads out of town.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years to sink and drown,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she thinks to write it down.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality takes the heat,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
depravity, irreverence, deceit.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, its bone and blood and meat,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random expectations cheat.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years out on the street,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she calls for its repeat.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality is stripped of all desire,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
the cyclone's wind, the flood, the hail, the fire.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, bound tight in barbed wire,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random itches douse the pyre.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years up for hire,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she relearns how to inquire.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality aches and ails,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
the screws, the bolts, the drills, the spikes, the nails.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, a hundred million jails,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random history prevails.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, the countless years of veils,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she steps up on the scales.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality skips a sec,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
against her hand, the odds, the house, the deck.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, debris blown from a wreck,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random pages beg the smutch.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, countless years with touch,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she hears in rhyme, as such.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

Want to read her mind? Connect the dots
so an image of reality smacks itself berserk,
same old same old nothing.   But these knots

twist ruin around.  Her merchant body plots
the wink, the grin, the rolling eyes, the smirk.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality suspiciously squats
to read her mind, to gnaw through each raw quirk,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

tangle so an image of reality takes shots
at random.  Random myth and legend lurk.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots

so an image of reality unwinds.  Blank spots
fulfill her sins, turn countless years to murk,
same old same old nothing.  But these knots

choke back an image.  The instant moment clots
as quickly as she makes time start to work.
Want to read her mind? Connect the dots -
same old same old nothing but these knots.

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