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Third Eye Candy May 2018
Mr. Ingle made a Grand Entrance seem fay and indecisive and marginally *******. His noble bearing hauled a profile of privilege that could sink a showboat. He was the only man whose Innate Vanity was a certified genius. To see him saunter distractedly along the pier to inspect his fleet is to wonder how a languid stroll and a kick in the nuts were now one and the same. You marvel at his flowing cape and covet his unseemly wealth, but his stride has found you lacking, and in your covetous heart you know yourself to be Unworthy, and better men than you have envied Master Ingle, but every one of them paid handsomely to do so.
     His gray eyes sparkled. Proof of how good it was to have no idea how to give a **** for free. The belt that cinched his tailored breech had a buckle that made men of stature and means feel like all they do is pick their noses all the time, no matter who's around. It was a belt, only one such as Mr. Ingle was worthy to cinch above his waist. His silk shirt thought the belt an oafish clod and told it so, but no one else would dare!
Not without attaining immunity from the boots and even then, you’re talking to a boot!
     Mr. Ingle made a grand entrance; and the local gentry politely hated the ******* and returned to whatever pastry they were elegantly dismembering with all the teeth they were born with money enough to buy and have installed, as Ingle's eye fell upon Herchel Finn, whom he loved best for reasons he was paying someone a king's ransom to discover, and he was pleased
Third Eye Candy May 2018
i wake up. i get out.
i get on alright.
drag a comb through
your hairpin curves
all night.
wind up in a ditch
to save my life.
then i love you again
as you wave
goodbye.

had enough. no doubt.
then i'm right
back in.
switching tracks
on a train
that derails
again.
i get caught up
in downward
spirals-
when
you decide my
demise
is how this
ends.

been hard of seeing
since i knew you
when.
might come back
to haunt you
if you reel
me in.

and now i'm
just as gone
as you.

but, when -

you're nowhere
you're not
alone.

you're alone
with
It.
Third Eye Candy May 2018
Supine, I sonder...
all syzygies and cromulent salons.
Stalking inlets, outbound.... surrounding swathes of
simpletons and awkward savants.
Sublime, I bombinate blithely... babbling
oblique begonias -
abloom... beyond barbarous gardens.
I tune my loom to weave
a wondrous garland -
the envy of every Harvest Moon
eclipsed...

[ and beg no pardon ]

As The Aurora
of our angular momentum
aptly allude to our diluvian droughts.
boundlessly departed
from all dominion... Like -
a dessicated deluge
dormant at the heart
of an epibenthic
pearl of dew.

I slake my thirst at
the First Well...
desolate of mirth.
yet ever at
peace.

contiguous in the extreme.

Supine, i sonder....
stitching my
brother's shadow
to the heel
of my odyssey.

My Wilderness
complete... when I go
missing.

[ where i oughta be ]
Third Eye Candy May 2018
As magellanic clouds collapse into a spoon
i wander off... my satchel strapped to my salubrious stride.
my eyes unmanned. now binary soul nova
resting on my cheekbones... boring holes in the landscapes
to catch a glimpse of the carousel underneath.
spinning on it's side.

perpetual.

While bathing in the last rays of a bright idea -
receding; in accord with epiphanies of mellifluous delight.
my lifespan, now an Always without a comma -
blessed by new bones... thin as reeds to take flight and escape.
where other worlds gleam in the Labyrinth -
night deprived.

unfathomable.

[ can't wait ]
Third Eye Candy May 2018
pappi ain't got no shoes, no how. that's how you float.
chip a tooth on the moon. and you gots yourself a lawsuit.
sleep with stella, and dangle.
she got a roof you cain't trust.
you got a barn full of blind owls.
and nothin' ain't right 'til you leff it -
where you found
the ******
thing.

and that's not a ruse, it's just ridiculous.
Third Eye Candy May 2018
on the lake, anonymous swans honk droll in golden sun
dappling on the surface of their planet of waves
sparkling with silver midges, darting amid shards of twilight
creeping over a hill like a vagrant sage
begging for a purple coin.

other birds, flock to wet stones in deep thought. mindful of nothing but the wave.
pecking through to wet sand, mottled with earth tones and shattered glass
from a campsite, 3 leagues upriver. the air moves like a shy bride.
over rose petals blushing scarlet in the shadow of a sleepy star
nodding off the horizon...

just carnival lights in a cornfield.
and your eyes.

all night.
Third Eye Candy May 2018
i'm in the cafe
sipping godless chai.
writing novels
that stall out.
bending spoons
to amuse my
dauntless pride...
eating pate'.
stripping frog legs
to the bone white...
dipping tombstones
into papier mache'
no doubt -
vexing the reaper...
as i resume
my parlay
with an errant Muse.
my Taj Mahal
made of sugar cubes
gleaming like a
monument
to a blank
page.

on a table
at a booth.
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