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
