Mired
eloquence inflating balloons with vagaries
as
to the weight of words. Anxious polkas dotting
a
dance schematic, luring fat feet to the floor for
falling
under the spell of the oompah. The
chutzpah
of a pause to breathe in a breach,
drowning
dissent in the swim of heads to shore.
Spawning
an utterance out of turn to sow as
necessary
to learning ambivalence. Grand as the
piano
left at home. Contortions the accordion
prods
to prominence. An airy doggerel of culprits
taking
comfort from a loan of oxygen, in a phrase
ringing
in the ears for gallant overtones. Warming
up
a face for subterfuge in an antic of eyebrows,
raising
the flag in surrender to events beyond
their
disposal to infer as fate. As opportunity to
rekindle
the allure of the maze honeycombing
the
simplest of suppositions unspoken.
Reasonably Priced
Rent
of attention paid in impulse keeping the beat
out
of the midden in the yard. Scouting the relapse
from
which fortunes are made to fit coffers with
squeaky
wheels. Headlong into the short of it shrunk
to
secure passage, its avenue through a heartfelt
racing
in the chest. Miniature sureties in swearing to
having
taken routes prescribed as medicinal, to feeling
integral
to the neighborhood of feeling little but more
of
the same. Less the lone in saying what clumps in
the
mouth comes round, in a ring tone to the sound
of
having lived to allow prudence its turn to rule the
quietude.
The acoustic shadow veiling the rhythm to
the
carapace of the calling it home.
Sum Days
Having
kept the particulars tidy in fossil
fog.
Training patience to wait its turn
rubbing
shoulders with a penchant for
friction
in the aisles. Rhapsody to the
tenor
of battle, for a beachhead in the
desert
of fleeting concerns. Footprints in
the
font saying welcome with barbed
wire
strangling the message. Conquering
to
stoop under the burden of having won
the
day the weight of the world. Coming
in
from the cold child’s play of light,
beaming
through a winter’s passage to
find
one’s bearings in the haunt. A spate
of
convictions the contrary relies upon
for
context. The chill’s palsy waltz through
yellow
fields of endeavor, to succumb to
the
inevitable as one’s own. Gestures
slipping
one’s umbra off for the night.
Finagling
coordinates with language
in
letters affixed with an X that
marks
the spot.
Playing Baal
To
fill the shoes the clowns keep falling
into.
Leaving the puzzle an enigma shy
of
perplexing. A cloud’s contention of
clarity.
Impeding the progress of discursive
circles
saying the secret is safe. Frowned
upon
from behind a shield of vagaries.
Numbness
deemed freedom calloused
to
the pain that comes and goes to work.
Sticking
in the armory of cold emotions.
The
simultaneously footloose and
entrenched
in the aura of an identity,
keeping
the book ends of a delusion in
touch.
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