Eye scream strident pastels all sorties of stories.
Wits knitting homily mittens for cold hands guilty
of holding on too long. Cartoon hag feathers to
blame for the furioso flutter to earth. Words not
of this language of gestures made plain in the
window. A face for all treasons suspended by a
belief the air is lighter than the day it brings.
Combing the cloud fleece for clues, traversing the
weak spots in an argument to quench the zeal
to float. Between the five year plans to make a
night of it. Words when eaten claws and all the
people gathered. Deputy splendors adjoining
the castle for coffee and tea.
Carving your Name
A splintered sense of piney utopias needling
skin thinned, naughty as needed to rear
foundlings lost to the rapport of sticky fingers
pointing the way. To the cone harvest giving
the wooded willies room to run. A vetted
appreciation of landmarks lost to retrospection,
then stumbled over in the gathering of thoughts
for revelation, as to the whereabouts but for the
trees. The black and white of a hobgoblin’s truce
with the myriad. A forestal nod to surroundings,
by which leverage is wielded stunting hopes for
escape, mutating ambitions to climb more into
than out of places thought reserved for last.
Parameters kept indoors. Fending off the nothing
that happens every now and then. By concessions
made to the now you have it, a blink prior to any
invitation, to immerse in privileges the crannies
afford a wilderness. Prone any which way the
blood runs cold at the fullness of the spectrum.
Granting a dowry for the eyesore in the window,
posed as a threat to the balance of comforts,
taken off guard by the rhetoric of the auction.
The shadows an estate on which to let time wind
its way in an expose of indifference, to the
collaborative traumas stoking the formation of
woodwork burning to emerge intact. Bewitched
by astral mumblings at the rear of the
formation of ice.