poem || Peter Ganick

nom de plume rolled.

the scale trouble relayed to avowal 
is tutored by delays consistent to
another inner roadhouse—
the thrall of piracy
a nimble fitness waiting eternity—
the collector cringes at bluster such that
escapisms regale those rim-glassed.

premonition for either witness
on the tee-vee crime show?—
referrals bleat and congeal—
such intersectings wave at horlogeries 
they note avid mirrors and snarl 
otherwise 
parallax softens the amplitude 
by a graphemic 
north-to-south growling 
at logged interlopers—
each nothing scripted—
call it brainwashing—
neither entity in accordance with
thought presuming 
valences are in situ.

the thrall of scenario called dee-jay 
so as discourse ratifies nothing but
grain patterns—
singularities evaluate culpabilities 
throwing alcoves 
into denouement—
we wave through the prairie finessing 
the awareness of riffs— 
presumed and feverish— 
as well as the selfless’ integrity 
predicated on an ivory classic.