shifts of paradigm

sobriquet

  -or-
go deejay

 

clemency was just not the sam(e); it had hired a pr firm to protect an image. permit me to extrapolate: a kerosene lamp was lit

and whale's oil became a thang. oh wait, there's more: the filament was not properly vetted, so it mis-understood its directive

of self-immolation, thus allowing a coffin of good wood to float; it was a talisman. it was a barge, on a river, carrying what

needed to be carried. life was there, unrepentant and obstinate, an arc(H) in no uncertain terms. fables, farms, camps, rivers,

woods all collude, hinting, maybe bunting, to get that point home: call the del-del.

close-reading

 

how importance is measured
  -or-
the devil (=) details

 

 

 

(I) woke up on the couch
felt necrosis
had a clue
grabbed an expresso
 

)fixed(
 

felt i had
a dream
though still
groggy
a bit ornery
orange glints
through
partially covered
double-paned
windows.
at least i was
indoors

 

my sleeve
mysteriously
burnt
a pink bloom
surrounded the area
of both
skin and
room. sunrise,
moon-set.
crumpled cans,
slow service.
infinity pool
on the roof:
maybe cleanse
myself.

 

blood won't boil
new orleans
crab.
at these
thoughts
burgundy, a slight
cherry and peach.
the leaves
soon to be mulch
slaved to a
calendar's march.
time(s) shift(s)
but always
seem(s) to revert (to)
static
tendencies.
nature's
curio-dependent.

 

i just wish
i knew
what time
washes away,
what beige luggage

gets lost
deep in
a cerulean sea:
coins tossed,
turned
for luck
or love.
such is the
tempest; such
a porcelain fragility:

 

the croissant was
completely
cromulent,
compliant,
corpulent,
a mori-cel
of signifying
incorporate-ness
the first (yellow!) seed
that crows
munch on.
the rest
(stations, everyone)
appears seasonal.
yes: gossip!

All: really
approximate 

(yourselves).

 

specifically:
 sienna.
it's always
  raining
   outside.

 

(an itinerant notes his surroundings)

 

i realize. i'm in room 203.