Slyest Angels

Slyest angel, jargon filled

Coyest charmer, lacking skills

Composite, markers, angles spoke

Victims, villains, imposter’s throats

Smoke rings ruffling daytime clouds

Vixen vexing humid as she prowls

Above the tempest ceiling’s rail

Into and below the crimson chromed gates of hell

Violins strumming clean, as tendons blister auburn hues

Chords of riptides lost and flexed

Gyration scurries calf to thigh

Stopping only momentarily

Waiting for the auxillary

Of ladies in powder blue

Tending to every need in you

Chuckles emanate the ballroom floor

You treat them all like they’re the world

But your insides speak a different language broad

Shuttering your dependency and hatred thereof

Gray, sky posters

Cluttering the endless roof

Op art and all the pleasures they once took

Suffragettes and hounds of hell

Static commerce in a sprawled out score,

Unnerved, maleficent probes backstabbing all

Sky, corrosive and toxic rust

Vaccinations from man we must

Token visits under pop-up tents

Camouflage décor with a must infused, pervasive scent

Climbing the ivy’s untrimmed weeds

We walk with bandanas across our arms

Shrugging off the poison’s rash, understanding,

After the fever, the flush floods fast

Salt-water, taffy-tailed, crumbles bleu barrage the veil

Company wisdom out set free

Determined, determining

The damage destined to deride all indoctrinations inside me

Hallowed, holes of hubris boiled burnt

Hillside shadows repent and storm

Up the valance to the victory

Poles so dimpled they reveal

The slippery slope we glide so well

Girders and graphite composed, unite

Connecting the connections annexed by breeze

Utopian, dystopia cancers greed

Vigilant and velvety, bronze-plated Cro-Magnons walk skeletally

Verve and vim, lanky thin, corroborating all at stake

In the honored awe of horror’s pace,

A horrid aberration sparks distaste

And vows, in sooty dictation, a devotional to all that misplaced

Groggy yet winding free, as bones tear joints apart to breast

Chickpea tags alongside triggered flags

The king of grim has arose to replace

All the automatons’ displeasing fates

A little pocus hocus, clearly entitled yet obviously subsided

Ollie-Ollie oxen freeze, the frames been altered with a blurring haze

Shadow vaults of trapeze glee, glossing focus out of sync

Traversing damage to its unyielding groping grasp of grip

V-formation, wedge redone

Casper’s hands sticks to none

Reverse the history viewed by some

Temperamental thoughts rewound

Across the ledges, streams and towns

Throughout the vistas, villas ground

Operations either win or don’t

Water can sustain a man, or else he drowns

Cribbage board without pegs

Last to stand wins the rest, of whoever’s left to be

Still surviving this rigidness

Of roaming rovers stretching gait,

Across these halls so labyrinthine

Celestially endeavors plumb

Under some horned daemons’ caustic thumb

Fire melts ice

Ice brings forth the frost

Triage filled and roads succumb

To gravity undone and hearts yet won

Enabling the furor to flow

Disabling the hammer before the blow

If hate has an avatar

I believe it has a lot to weigh

As he picks the image to resemble itself such

Thunder ambles overhead

Through the dusty rise of curves

Pollination all it’s staid

Casanova to the dead

Reigning theorized dramatic tension’s breath

Breathing in the vapors of its own steam

Borrowing the will of man

To crutch a hold of its own arm

Reins pulled as approach nears nil

Lulled to bed as washboards scratch

Undo pressure where it lacks

Silken skin worn

Much different than how the worms had warned

So many typesets, so much variance

To choose, to address, to play, to toy

To tease, in any manner that gets it to the place it loves

To the sidewinding afterthoughts allowed in dreams but not in thought

Slithering

Away goes the zombie

Out, passaged via

Carnivorous appalling creature yet inked a name

Flares aside each boundary

It covets the entirety

Of a world composed by blending skies

Where the slyest angels rest

In marble, yet their eyes spread the jargon still