Sashay (Suburban Slake)

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Sashay to chasse

the heel’s followed close

by feet that flow—

so smooth, it seems

as if the toes really do

float

Antigone, a girl,

condemned to death

in a tragic display,

disobeyed

the edict of a king, which

forbid the flames to encompass

the air, avoiding the traditional

sense of burial…

Toggled in immaterial surrounds—

you peer the sky for answers found,

and while minutes fleece the glass it’s

sand, down stream tears to salten your

already softened cheeks—twas when hazed

eyes did glimmer, a reflection of a sinner—daft

as the street kids would call, scaling long the rails

beside that radiating hall…

In seconds sweetly tripping breath, your blood curdled

but not cold—for destiny had, in such a somber sequence

of might, may have offered you a second chance—as here the glass

of emptiness wince would not, and there, the ledge unseen

appeared as clear as dry your voice had been…and sidling

across you’re form inched slow, until opened a concealing grate, where frame and pane connect, but are not the same, but enough is much for foot to foot to enter most forward

of arch to heel, and into safety’s unsure blanket once more…revealed

First you drank your thirst aright, and then…then

you joined your truth there at dawn

after sashaying deep

until the night

was all but 

gone

What She Deemed as Independence

Fretting the skylark vignette, thinking

was it troublesome, I forget?

fragile, damaged—subterfuge

inserted through—detachers landing pads

abruptly fluttersome, this dark dove

of scarcity…crumbs…and ain’t that so so so so

Sweating the tough clues, brick

upon brick, soft at the mortar-side—

flashing incoherence, representable

detonation—of scoffed genuflections—

easily mutable are distractions—but—case

in pointed point presents the presences of pretension—sweeping through—a haunting dark—reefs broken by—all the everlasting—

freak flags glowing—bezerk—ghastly—cruel—but who knows the pick to blame?  and ain’t that so so so so

I’ve dreamt the same dream for decades now,

there I sat mountain high, observing as

colossal tides collapse, collide—into the low

craggy tips, barely breathing—there—above an ocean’s rising floor—draped amongst the plankton skirts and corral tees— the red, the blues—and there, I realize, I’m more own worst anemone.

 shine shine shine though, sparkly shine—the party beats still—expectations don’t surrender—must try, must try—then, there—without trying—a memory—how beautiful the ceiling looked—cloud covering fog below, the light shards pierce of select wave—It was beyond peaceful, beyond any Eden I could ever know—ecstasy until….”damn pills said I’d sleep through the night”

…and attrition reminds me—everything I had purposely ignored— while sleeping under stardust, coveting whatever the splashing leaves behind—

however –

neurons remembered the firing pin—and…and, the words were still there—as if they had never left—intact—survived—still remained—exactly where last placed—way back when—on that day—the one you called your independence— as you stood tall upon that reef, watching the schools swim so so so    

The Case of the Wounded Bird

Fly, flutter, flutter, And Fly

Away.

Flutter, Fly, fly, flutter, flutter, fly

Away.

Fly, Fly, fly, fluttering, flying, fluttering, fluttering, fly

Away.

Flutter-flutter

Did I stutter, fly away

Fly-fly, fly

Flying high.

Flutter, flutter, fly, fly, flutter, flutter fly

Away, away

Soar

To heights so high

The sky is endless

If you fly

And if you can’t,

Then flutter, flutter fast.

Zero To Sixty: Four Seconds Flat

Racing,

Watching the blurring of the people and the trees,

Shifting gears,

Listening to the sound of the engine,

As it tries to maintain the drive,

Flooding the chamber

Releasing the toxins

Each time ignition is called upon

Something changes

Terrain or scenery

Clutch in neutral

Brake firmly set

Flashing

Obstacles of distraction

Alarms sounding

Reminding that others are in pursuit,

Keep moving or clarify

The answer is clear

Zero to Sixty, four seconds flat.