complicit
iliicit
reticent
abundant
flame retardant
incontinent
marginal
decreed
self serving
subservient
denial
rejection
retention
injection
infection
inflection
insidious acclimations of endowed virtue
like the first summer breeze
or the last week winter snow
avalanches of devotion
and fair weather frenzies
of donning masks from the sacrificial after glow
rebirth
girth
deified
refried
torn asunder
rotting
clotting
steady mocking
of flying in heady jeweled skies
long lasting
fasting
reacting to devout cynicism
regurgitate
seperation of nurse and skate
alleviate the thresher
poisoned wells
bottled trauma
seize and resist
tease and assist
bound by leather trappings
spanked and left gently moaning
this digression
of expression
a recession
all gone
sold at a loss
trained debutantes
dismissal is early for shopping
chocolate braids
caustically unafraid
the dough rises in spite of the drama
he stood on the second to top rung of the corporate bladder, blade in hand, grin askew on his bespectacled face, bemoaning the state of undress he found his mother in as she walked the aisles of the store, searching for a last glimmer of soap, the police, riot gear and tear gas canisters at the ready, stood single file, blood trust in their fried eyes, innocence would be tossed, truth just us and the angolian weigh, misheard denouncements and rectangular designs, the language felt heavy on his auspicious tongue, like the feel of a freighter full of condiments on life’s angular byways
he cried once for the child hood he wore to cover his tear licked eyes
a second for the lack of self control
a third for the moon landing, faked in his basement by a team of sweaty indigenous peoples in hides and intricate head dress
skimming through the news with one eye in the time and the other blindly following fallow earnest kaleidoscope visions of melted vinyl and aluminum desire
like a blowfish
a puffer
a puffin
the flight of the penguin
head buried in the sandwich aisle
he was indivisible
with liberty and mustard for all
a shining deacon of nope
encrusted in marbles of the finest ilk
bathing in strawberry fondant as the mariachi band played a loose reimagining of somewhere over the rainbow
technicolor daydreams devoids of reds and green
balsamic shades of vinegar delight
he was she and she was him
bitten bitterly only if the light refracted off of a solo spider web
gossamer design
designated hellscapes of besotted cake bakers and the duly deputized agents of disorder
he was asleep in a waking state of angry enchantment
and that was when he realized
origami is magic and sin is unfolding the swan
removing the core belief of isometric longing
he wondered if he was making sense but shrugged it off as the worries of a simpler thyme
seasoning the broth of depression with the ignoble pursuit of trivial reknown
he was someone
multiplied
and that would have to be enough
or was it
perhaps
it all seemed inexplicable
you are freaky good Bro!!!!!!
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thank you blokey bloke
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Metaphorically sublime
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thank you ma’am
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Lol you’re welcome kind sir
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*bows deeply
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