The Fail of Babylon
topical pocket launch
pads the northern embryo scar
a ladle against perfume
so far removed from trance
invective portfolio, nuance protective
stratagem hoes implode
blue creations deferred to rent
preferred colors
semblables in heat, a transverse colon
gored to the latent matrix
no prune socket to portfolio
management icons torn
and turned sidewalk effigies
as the walls tumble to the subject
trinkets too bored to repeat the solo elision
Dry Landing
Arial distention batters
longboats clipping to shore
A futile crescent
tongs the maternal way
to passage
Desert rites, cheroot intentions
batter the handling crowbar mantras
coiled in flat pursuit
Placid delectables
vertebrate in their longing
cast vestibules
of clear light on magic
gleaned from unseemly markers
or bet shark tangents
on apple filigree
served to better purpose
clinging loose teeth to sandals
Your Guest is as Good as Mine
The coral conjecture
unending as the toe flies,
an ironic rest
turns anecdotal
at a harbor misting the barrier
whose yearning hysteria
turns callous off-spray wither
to churned conjunctions, from anchor
to gridlock wedding.
No smooth removal
arches its worn support
across the bridled
waves for those
whose glad-handing sends
their vacant goodbyes.
Keeping a Premise
Igloo transcendence molecules
the transient forethought. Gone bad
as lavender crescents, the shading
tamps the dampening thrust
against oral conundrum. Words fashion
continence, defer readings to bad
as vice, or in habit. When under
the weather recedes its due, proclaim
hammered sustenance parsing
its anvil glamour. The vigilant wash
works the gladiator’s vengeful hammer
varnished with a cursory sledge.
The legend of lost crimes left in perusal
cost happiness its last penumbra
before nominal snows bled noumenal
afterthoughts. Blanket vagaries ought
not begrudge the dotted lineage
bought forth upon this station
liberated in pursuit of having less.
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