Bluster of the simmer code// arranged-mister- perfuming harbor-harbormaster, vigor, vignette, vinaigrette, and VOICELESS aggregate
Pejoratively pejorative deprecatory//tersely trimmed: rations built by polyps scantily besperpled all about. Strewn the streets in voided locks
Bluster of fluff and the unsubstantiated cavalry of somersaulting tambourines.
His daughter was a merchant. She wished to be an actress. She dreamed in fairy tales- worlds furthest away from a chastising, cigar-wielding boss of a man. His daughter, dressed to Sunday’s best, skipped the service talk, jogged around the holy block, dress flocking to the wind, upskirt sentimentality, pickets picked for curls.
To the boys in the corner shade, she searched until they no longer could evade. She earned the sum. She sold the goods and now a merkin she would own, to guard her pretty. (All the result of a dumb magazine story, where “you ain’t getting nowhere in Hollywood until you got the goods, and if you got the goods-then you’d be best advised to guard them good.” Well she thought, I’m a merchant as much as anyone else, I got the goods. But to defend- well that she could not pretend.
Tautologies- again and again, over and over
The Diagrams of Venn are missing a few relationships- they can’t account for those unknown.
Oh no, the vang broke- snap, snappity, snap
The ambrosia was made especially for you
But there’s still dessert
Barely able to take another bite
Everything was so delicious
She settles me
She makes the ordinary beautiful
Fork to plate-fork to mouth
I can’t stop watching her
My eyes can’t focus elsewhere
Eye to eye again
How does God choose his blessings?
Times like these I wonder
Cheeks redden both
Eyes meet steady long
Perfection meets me at the door