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Head in the Clouds

one day, i’ll fish a cloud

from the ocean of the glacial sky

and perhaps have a taste of

the candy blue firmament nigh

i’ll be spinning the wisps

between my playful fingers and

over my stained yet smiling teeth

oh, rain must taste so sweet

or maybe i’ll use the clouds to plumpen

my empty carnation silk pillowcase

and let the final quaint drizzles evanesce

along with my pastel dreams, leaving not a trace.

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The Violence and the Infarction

Was I the coruscant antebellum kindred

To your predilection of extraneous vagary?

Aeon past the tachyon of obsequious depredations

Within thralls of specular painstaking coterie

My reprieve was but an aspersion of its faux edifice

Construed and cogitating in a stringent sepulchre

The drivel of platitudes and pugnacious respite

The pinnacle of obstinate, sulphur tongue abjured

The tomes writ under tantalus, narrating its temerity

A paragon of predicament, deleterious I may be

So scourge me in pugilistic nostrum and brash facsimile

Audacity and recidivism alike, burning constabulary

How succinct you are, garmented in laburnum clamour

As gregarious plaintive impertinence vehemently quavers

The verboten of pretentious and erroneous miscreants

Tidal waves of synchronous aesthete, pale arrogance defiant

Was I the exculpated alla breve you defended quite magnanimously

Your aspiring coltish sphene of the sacrilegious cognoscenti?

If only these coronary provocations were veritable, not desultory

The emolument for infatuation are naught but languorous presentiments.

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