“Sunlight yesterday; dreary today,” he says.
I tease, “Oh, stop with the dismal diablerie, cad. It’s not gloomy. It’s simply a winter gloaming.”
“That’s not what I meant”, he says.
“Oh, I just thought you were awful fond of talking about the weather,” I panto, innocently.
” ‘Awfully’,” he mumbles.
“You are awfully fond of talking about weather?” I giggle, in mock with brown eyebrows arched.
“No. You meant to say ‘awfully fond’. Adverb not the adjective,” he says.
I howl in laughter, “Be careful telling me what I ‘meant to say’; because, you have no idea what I intend.”
There once was a boy.
And, there he was until he became.
He held himself still. Held fast and listened.
There did he discover he was himself
all over again.
She smiles, unobserved, from the corner.
“I have nothing to lose and everything to gain,” she says.
“Except being in the suspended gravity of a win/win position. If you let the pendulum swing you could lose that position of having nothing to lose but everything to gain,” he says.
Oh, shut up and kiss me hard, you would-be Lewis Carroll, s/he says.
<The sound of glasses clinking, followed by giggling>
(The privileged hear yet remain silent)
[The de-privileged chomp at bits and struggle, ecstatic-ally, against their chains, restraints, and clamps]
Tsk, tsk, the menagerie is restless.
The ascent of a scent,
warm and humid like southern nights.
A recollection of something never had yet still known,
like the smell of a world existing prior to the industrial revolution.
Encoded in all minds, like a forgotten dream suddenly recalled.
“It’s curious how ‘illicit’ is used more than ‘licit.’ ”
“That’s not what I’ve come to discuss.”
“Are you sure about that?”
The livery stable holds a horse rode hard and put up wet.
From the projection of the rider’s own limbic system,
thereby was a scythe observed
off in a river of cortisol,
and, then, resheathed into the odd, wrappings
made of hide.
The harmony of the discord between a
nervous system that is only given rest through
relentless fight or flight.
The capture and surrender of two individual, respective attentions.
Things contained and separated by encasings of skin.
Verba Eclipsata Intende A Dinspir.
Your enervated state is the reason why I request your prostration.
I do not require it; but,
I wilt accept it from you.
Until you understand this, I can neither refill nor refine you.
Your acquiescence does not appease me; but rather[,]
(It may prove to please me)
Do not give me attitude simply because
your lassitude overcomes you, wild thing.
I know how to respond; but,
do you know how to af-
firm that you need a demon cleaner?
the luminiferous ether, the medium through which light moves.
falling like waves
Issuing ever out in concentric circles
(within concentric circles)
Of gEo centrists.
A vessel never falls off the horizon.
Our sight line drops off; and
the feet of another appear to
grow smaller (and smaller)
as s/he walks away from you.》
But, there was no motion detected.
A wave and a particle,
both either, as well as neither,
Rods and shafts of sunlight.