Tangent Away

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Brisk flashes, suddenly appear

from the vale, they shutter

they jab, they prod, they spear,

Distorting hues collect their mirage

from distant skylines, here

we dodge, in a myriad of triumphant shades

Corruption has a face, one

we’ve all worn, that can still, even to this day,

be seen, if you only stop and stare into memories well

Fate is like a twisting, gnarled root,

always seeking and searching, for the

nourishment found in an ever expanding route

Whenever the weight pushes down—in

ways that you can never properly explain—where pressure mounts

heavy, leaving breaths aghast, just remember….

just remember, that, in all your many unsettling gasps, with every frightening tremor felt deep inside, when overpowering swirls of distress alter your sense of self, bringing nothing but damaging pictorials of imagination…just remember….

Just remember...

you’re only ever a tangent away

from a more compatible shade of day

Mercurial Rising

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

Like seltzer

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