Friday, May 29, 2015

Apoplectic diversion, take #1

Red ball of twilight knotting in the middle of your forehead
a specimen of history, roads hidden behind stitching and the center
under tension, ready to explode, mercury in retrograde or
Mars too sweet and pretanaturally poised for action.

We've seen this before so keep it public, respectfully unbridged and
fountains of misery poured over lawns in spiral winter fatalities.
Not ham, not cheese, not wine, not apple, not a bird in the hand
your uneven and consistent rudeness punishes no one now but yourself
and all planets align tonight in a blaze of glory.