…Flights of Fantasy (VIII) Everything must go…

No returns

Your divinity is lived-in
There’s a mark upon serenity.
The fire-sale can begin
Anything but the vanity table.

Conscience Make an offer
Loyalty, if you can find it
Goes with all your clobber
Especially with patience to wind it up...

I don’t know how the mug got in there…
That’s not for sale.

well-being’s a bargain.
Intention’s seen better days.
The bric-a-brac, like hope and that…
left over from my convention days

Few scuffs around the edges, mind.
The virtues could use a varnish.
You’ll find the peace is missing some.
The sanctity’s all tarnished.


Anything can be good with garnish — give it time.

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…Flights of Fantasy (VII) The Other Wrist…

The after-care special

I’m at a loss.

So where then do you find me.
It’s a fine cap you’ve feathered, boss.
With your subsequence behind me.

You knew me well, you started.
I suspect you fobbed along.
A rhyming scheme imparted.
Your recall, very hop-along.

And brazen, in brackish waters, you slip and you slew
What a to-do then, that you were the one I needed
In order to get through it all. My insides on the outside.

Catch me if you can.
Around you, I couldn’t catch a cold.
But you’ll likely not see me again.
Quit ‘yer caterwauling!!


Be for it

Fall away, there’s nothing left
Call off the day, the time’s bereft
of all you’ve known– you’ll come to see

she’ll let you think that you are free

Freedom is a choice– given one
you’ve already given up on yours
Fall away, back in-line. It’s gone

how to be two, not leave one

Exhale, it’s not a failing. You must fall short
When not exhaling, avail yourself of the support
Sharper focus, of course — Careful reminder

she was behind you, waiting for you to find her

Out-of-order, fall to the border
Your catch-and-release program awaits
Afford yourself the restraint– failure to wait

he’s right behind her, never to find her


strawberry fields do not pluck themselves

 

…Flights of Fantasy (III) Charm-bracelet…

SCREW CAPS

She bought the wrong toothpaste.
I picked up the wrong lightbulb.
She gets upset when I don’t reply quickly.
I ignore the toothpaste.

We work better with screw caps anyway.

Induction

This is where we came in.
Not the royals.
Or the unwashed poor.
You’ll find your complimentary mug in the bag under your desk.

It’s where you’ll be sleeping for the foreseeable.

Seriously… SCREW CAPS!

This inflection means that I am loud.
Not angry.
Not excitable.
Screw it.

You knew that anyway.


but welcome to the conversation…

/[vL]

…Omega (y) Two Witnesses…

It’s said the devil wears prada
Can we make-up, and over
The noise we’d make
Up in quaint Nevada

For me you are sleep
You never quite happen
In brackets — all I parenthesis
Strangers aren’t made for this

Call me foolish, honestly
I’ve the Capital for It
Hearty to type,
Hardly for Miss-chief.

You’re a chance I take.
In brief respite from the noise
Of a mind that never sleeps.
–Even the sheep are unionised.

You’re not easily found here
Not so self-aware
You’ll never be nothing
And I hope you don’t care

My Faraday cage is connected
Drop me a line–
It’s only a queue if you call
I’m not sure who you’ll find

Or call me an idiot.
My ears can take it.
We’ve never been to Vegas, baby
But I do hope you make it

A smile
: )
Is all that I design
Share mine

…The words turn about the axis (XVI) Ties that bind…

Up in armour.
What first, not to harm her.

Tremble in flurry
Through furious fastenings
Tremulous fallen. Leaves as their trellising.

Clamour, arisen- the need must.
Captured, sanguine. Misty-eyed.

Untouched.
Driven doured not in absence of snow.
The class has much to teach, and is never still.
Forever more.

He beats a hasty retreat
A task not yet completed.

Bitter at his breast Attested
Bated breath on the burrowing breeze.
An arrest not yet tested.

Unbidden.

All that begins is unforgiven.

…Missunderstood (VIII) A stitch in time…

[. .The Black Cat. .]

These ears burn
It can’t be helped

When I can’t yearn
You help yourself

And where they went
I’ll never tell

Must my lament
Keep you as well

You’re so unbound
And here I sit

I’ll go to ground
Beneath this pit

Per chance to dream
I’ve heard them say

Beneath the seam
You’ll walk my way

With tongue in hand
To you he’ll preach

Ending unplanned
What’s yours to teach

Dare you reach
To share your voice

We’ve our sins each
But you’re my choice

My heart remains
Where strings wont tread

He is Hers.
Keep me instead.

…Alpha (y) U.R.D.M [You are the moon]…

Blanket  cover  &  clouded  shifts

The  Moonlight  Casts  my  mind  adrift

She  worries  not  the  tone  of  bells

Forever  my  lady – in – waiting

Minutes  lapse,  &  seconds  fade

Her  war – paint  cracked  &  weathered

Not  one  to  call  a  spade  a  spade

Until  Her  grasp  is  severed

As it happens…

I’ve  come  to  find  myself  wondering

Little  else  but  for  the  distractions

Of  an  ever – shifting  ring

Pale  beauty, dutiful  and  lost

The  sun  shall  rise,  but  what  of  the  cost?

xo