the No -2-4My favorite dress is loneliness.
She covers my thin abstraced sense of self
with a flattering mystique: a butterfly coat,
fragile, honest, stelllar deception
-as cajoling and unreliable
as the seemingly edible condensated vapor
we romanticize strolling on. I stair away no chance of flight.
Juvenille (unspoilt) roses crowd along a distant linear route
-where my visual capacity ends (horrizon- an adventurous wallpaper)
I am immersed in a pathology, it seems,
dying days stingalittle blue earring to my thoughts.
I sometimes wear it on my sleeve when I wipe off the angst
of my grounded dementia.
The sun is a conscentious train -a malevolent bore.
He plays it safe to treat small children
like gods -they will not condemn his heracy, they will not remember theirs.
But he gives me his most wrecked smile.
I know his despair.
I sometimes wear it on my sleeve
that unabashed token of naivety- my blue button,
my keepsake promise- this compulsive orbit!
I've known his despair to wear that amazing hal
st_ownHe would have knelt, but for the public eye.
And deer she stood appointed
a slowburning wound-
another social sympathy
"see I can't laugh, but with fangs,
unintentional little whitelessnesses
whispers of longings and
and my broken thin distorted
exploited by a foreign (imported)
hunger -normative starvation,
as though there is only swine
but no pearl".
Adrift was that
pebble of light, the audible
dialect of the rude sea -
driven by mute velvet transcen-dance.
That castaway st-own.
"see I wore a 'girl'
but it made me itch-
I broke a boy -also;
sweet in my mouth, but sad in my stomach,
where my archaic muddle resides
-a crowded composition!
Why, they feed you bright luscious stones
dabbed in simulations of color:
pink nausea,flagrant fuschia,
emerald pride. Senseless connotations
-robbed of essential strain".
Amused and irritable
- he recalled-
she surfaced and drowned with every
wordless vowel she cast
"Ah! but make me
my burden of bliss!
A blonde slingshot