When she would call, I'd
consult the tea leaves
(was fresh out
of aviary livers)
cross fingers
smile with my words
and brace for...

..well, one never knew
what was coming.

We watched from our corners
from afar
a separating expanse, the static of our own
insecurities.  
I was too lofty...
you, unreachable.
The both of us feeling
something lost.

purveyors of manufactured

kitsch

reminiscent of

plaster wall pool hall pastime bulls

eye

plastered

America’s

got stars

stripes

corncob pipes in

straight

lines and circles within circles
within

I’s

Jasper laid himself down on the plains of canvas in

perpetual concentrics

perpetuating eccentric eclectic economics of

subcutaneous pricetag politics.

bull’s

eyes on the prize of a new American dream

a dream deferred and defined

in straight and curved

lines.

Precarious eggs on crooked roads that lead from

The clavicle cleft

of triangle bends and

breaks

Into flesh.

Weighty heads toppling over from

Too much weeping against war

Melancholy Amadeo

mustered from angles and refracted light

The rose blossoms of a youthful cheek

And from cheek to chin, sharp angles reflecting fractal transformations

Triangle

Egg

Snake

The sinewy curve of a young woman’s

Nape

And ever so subtle blushes on ***** and face

How do shadows fall

So subtly?

Spare me the sight of your scars
Fault lines torn in flesh
Barbed wire of a biological sort
Raised rivers
Violating your landscape.
The cruelest punishment, helplessness
To watch your perfect form
Distressed

Pressing red pigment
Boldly on those curved slopes
Smile at me again.

Sounds like you
Sounds like your subconscious
Peekaboo
Masochistic
Melodic
Preternatural, true.
Your form is a construct
Consistently mistook
For a word that was given by another
Your mind is cloven
Intrinsically woven
For a thought that was a lover.

Sounds like you
Sounds like an allegoric
Stain glass shoe
Chopped-up slivers of ego goo
Like a small tin cymbal
Ring of truth.