Facsimiles of Fortuitousness

Supine aciculate,

Shedding predilections over sentient epicenters,

Strychnine serenade,

Ushering in a dawn of density before a decentralized acropolis

Relegating potentate,

Lauding the sanctimonious hymns of byzantine tomorrows

Morose and incontinent,

The Aeronaut bleeds septets of inquisition from deep within

  

Conjugations repositioned,

Transmigrating into delicate Hyperboles of distraction

A Toreador amidst an otherwise hyped-up insubordinate,

Emancipates every proclamation of thoroughfare ever spun

Seeking the Longview…

     In the center of a sandstorm,

              Is never easier done than said

Angry Mobs

Vagabond America

Shawls wrapped to sides

Shielding

The hidden wonders Jawa disguised

Knelt forth

To the sun

In peace

While somewhere a chant of blood’s begun

Where eyes sored over

Scabbed with aggressive pauses and spiteful lies

A Jambalaya of cultures misjudged judged enemy

When such froth boils

Some ire spills its taint

Clouding retina with a hazy rose

A collaboration of red filtration

A Jambalaya of mistrust and hate

Making plans against the enemy

When an enema would be the wiser course of battle

…and then the Stormtroopers sing again

an olden song of linguistic ends

Affirmed by the rancor of the angered sloth

With tongues so easily crossed

To linger in the abscess

Is to pick cysts

And watch wounds clot

Atop damaged shells

And the souls in rot