I could never count
the three words
for you.

It was always
just one, two, or four.
"Us," "What if,"
And "What could have been."

they float in rusty rouge waters
as fog steams upward, obscuring
various uncanned flotsam

white shapes of vocabular form
disperse into random orientations
entangled by processed seagreens

i saw the letter 'k' rise to the surface,
only to slip below again as other
consonants recomposed

with a single dip of my spoon,
seven of these lifted from
their salty wakes form
a simple line of
characters—

spelling
                   nothing...


"unremarkable soup"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
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As all are against auspicious atrocities, agitating aspirants arbitrate astounding audience,
Blow by blow breaking brown bricks brings barbarous battle because blue birds break bad bottles,
Clicking clocks cover cocktail coffee converging corners calling cakewalk cobwebs commercially,
Dancing dolls drink diluted droplets drowning deep digging diversifying didactic doctorates,
Enriching eulogy edifies every evaluator easily energetically emitting extra efforts efficiently,
Fleeting floppies fully fascinated flop frolic fantasy for forgetting farewell fashion falsely,
Girls going gliding gymnastics goggling goals gripped glittering gestures gaining gracelessly,
High heels horrify hectic horses hurrying heedlessly hitting hot hotels harshly,
Intuitive ideology intensified in ink ideas illustratively immersed in illusive ice,
Jack judges jugglers juggling judiciously jumping jelly just jotting juicy jam,
Kaleidoscopic kettle kicking knight killing kite knocking Kentucky’s knot,
Lollipop ladies looking like lovely locusts lingering loose lips largely,
Mocking monkey munches marigold molecules marching marvelously,
Nightly naughty nymphs narrate nautical notes nine notches necking necklaces,
Obviously obscure obesity obtains oriental origami organizing Orlando’s oration,
Pinky pig punches paper *** pulling plaits powerfully putting pretty pens,
Queens queuing quickly quarterly quantum queer quagmire,
Ripples revolting rides revolving right rigorously raising rings round,
Silver stallion struggles striding straight showing somersaults shaking shells,
Tadpole tornadoes torture tinkering tumbler tickling tiny thistles,
Umbrella utopia ushers utility utensils unimaginably under usurping unity,
Vanishing vanity velocity vulnerably vindicates valuable vessel,
Warbling wobbles worry waves wantonly whitewashing walls wastefully,
Xylophone X-mas ‘xpresses’ xiphoid xebec xeroxing xylan xylite,
Youthful yearning yields yearlong yellow yachts yelping yolks,
Zealous zephyr zoologically zigzagging zinc zippering zillion.

For eternity, the cue
that my queen does veil
her in the letter Q
taking me off the teacher’s dwale
showed the heaven’s hue
was a clear saile
she lingered on as a dew
till comes the pale
my love for you, Q, is true
Q, the angel, brought me the quill!

On occasion, I operate on my brain and an obtrusive thought passes: open up the obsolete vein in your thigh to see if it overflows like an overwhelming, outstanding extraordinary waterfall honoring the oversights youve made in this life.

Suppose it will be as satisfying as spring water and cool, crisp cucumber sandwiches chilling as the sun cascades over your kitchen counter.

Time elapses quickly, quite a quandary for you and your quirky personality. Quilted patterns and quoted artists acquaint your spirit with your quiet mind.

Formidable female figures can never forgive filthy forefathers, fate, and fatal mistakes. Fear feeds the friendly folks.

Gargantuan giants grill geniuses with great minds. Gratefully we still gather and give to unknown gods.

Blue veins leave blurry lines that blend into bland, barcoded, and broken borrowers of time. Bleeding out baseless blame and burden.

Never have I had the nerve to admit the necessary notices of life. Non believers of negative energy nurturing unknown denial.

Time will tell tales of torment. Terminating trust and triumph alike. Traumatized troopers just trying to get by.

Dormant, dying, deadly thoughts enter dangerous domain to doom me diligently and indefinitely. Doorways to damage control demolished.

Poor person has been patient but painstakingly pretends the perilous pain doesn't persist permanently. Punctuated by poking prodding piercing pressure in the chest.

Maybe she can mosey along moping through multiple mondays and mournful mornings. Making the most of each merry day