...fragment of a deconstructionist's lament...

...
(folio continues)

I am the long-faced, hallowed
Hollow-man of letters:
My slack-jawed tie my
Prefatory noose; half-shadows
My fashion of choice.
My lips curve like the vulture's
Wing. I have consumed many;
I had not known
That I had undone so many.

(folio cuts off)
...

-Jon Vowell (c) 2010

...fragment of a post-structure...

...
(folio continues)

The city blockade draws a line in the sand
that the heavenly hosts dare not cross
for fear of falling into our halting metaphors:
entanglement and strangulation.

We fear true beauty and the bloody hand;
the grotesque and grim our only solace,
Our image echoes, a wilderness of mirrors:
cracked and distorted.

(folio cuts off)
...

-Jon Vowell (c) 2010