Perched before the mirror,
my eyes open to see
the greatest of loves there in front of me

With a smile, a chuckle,
a nod and a wink
I’m falling in love above my bathroom sink

My ocular captions
are fixed in a gaze
and neither denies
our lust-worthy ways
Never before
have I seen such a marvel
Brought almost to awe
yet I recant such sparkle

For my status is equal
or better than such
I say with full modesty
(as if I must)
The greatness exuded
Displayed on both sides
It is something that I
and the other can't hide

All of those who now know
and all those who shall see
will admire and greet us
down on bended knee
Consternation displayed
only to be outdone
by illustrious gestures
to this royal son

But enough of the rest,
there is just you and I
“All of those poor, poor people”,
we say with a sigh
They will truly not know
what it is to be us
When you don't have to worry
And don't have to fuss

This supremacy life
is a difficult one
My heart would feel pity,
(If I had one)
Instead it’s disgust,
disdain and the like
The fuel that's propelling me
forward with blithe

Still across from me now,
a reverent sight
Another near equal
and one who just might
be the only one worthy enough possibly
To stand here beside me for others to see

They think they all know
but know nothing they do
It's the jealousy had by them
for I and you
They’re like chlorophyllic plants
Dripping in so much envy
They try and they try;
They try to prevent me

From being the greatness
I know I can be
If just given a chance
Then perhaps they would see
But alas, in the end
it doesn't mean ****
What I care for is me
Only me
and that's it

Except my love for you
It's so deep can’t you see?
It is real
I can feel it
I truly believe
Only you I can trust
The one person who matters
The one I turn to
when life breaks and it shatters

All others are pawns
I can move on the board
Sacrificial pieces
for falling on swords
No dispute; I am king
Come stand here with me
It’s us versus them
And trust me they will see

It might not be today
It might not be tomorrow
But it will be soon
when they join me in sorrow
Make all of them pay
For what they’ve done to me
For the pain they’ve inflicted
Their fault, you will see

Anything that I do
Even though I will try
They keep holding me down
No idea; Don't know why
They are all out to get me
So plainly can see
But one thing you won't see
is not the last of me

Here, take my hand lover
and come with me now
We'll go out in the world
and together show how
Their pathetic existence
can benefit us
We may step on some ants
But there's no need to fuss

The hole that is empty
That is our damnation
Use things superficial
Instant gratification
It's a short-term "fix"
But will make-do for now
In our path, leave destruction
This much I will vow

Happiness, thoughtfulness
or concerned empathy
Some examples of words
unfamiliar to me
Therefore, no one can feel it
Must feel like I do
Only then I'm complete
Feeling I belong too

murderous; oNyX;(befeathered)puddle
po
poo
pool
pools
poools
pooling
on celadonian
plateau gather 'bout
huskish shells bleeding chlorophyllic residue

obsidian beaks pluck/pierce/penetrate
earthy skin
searching for
edible squirming analogies

wielding the loathsome oral club
of (kawing) that
kawing chorus
beating on my
perceptual walls

";".

The paratrooper
clad in chlorophyllic green
stoic in resolve he leaps
jettisoned from lofty perch
spiraling in space
tumbling through time.
Airborne
born into the air
delivered to the dirt
he dies, decomposes
a casualty of consequence
body brown and rotting in the rain.

Wars are waged and seasons change
and the world spins on in spite of all.

Bovine like he sits
maybe he has to ****
            the only reason i can think of
            that would warrant the stupid look on his face
speaking with urgency
and an andalucian lisp
he slouches in his chair to lessen his discomfort

And the large african queen'the proud mother gorilla
who shows up late everyday
then doesn't speak spanish
at all
es interesante

cow-boy now gets up
scampering out of class
relief in sight
past the starry eyed portraiture
of the girl reminiscent of the head of a young woman with tussled hair
carrying her emotion in her eyes

or maybe she's just ******

a morning bowl was nice today
the leaves almost at their peak
in terms of chlorophyllic changes at least

Contra* William Carlos Williams

The only realism in art is of the imagination.  It is only thus that the work escapes plagiarism after nature and becomes a creation.

                              -Spring and All, p. 35

A leaf sometimes might seem to be a bee
Afloat upon the humming summer air
The tiny tree-ness of some greater Tree
Or brolly of a fairy-lady fair

A leaf may be presented as a shield
In chlorophyllic marching order trimmed
Its veins as dents received upon the field
The eye of each woody cell dying and dimmed

But even so

In this, inter-warriors, come not to grief
For in the end, a leaf is still a leaf

Fate, abandoned me!
As when a cocoon wiggles...
At the most peculiar time.
Request denied.
My hearts petition.
Emotional referendum.
Astral intervention.

As bumble as a humble bee...
"Fate...may I  receive of thee?"
My Fair, my destiny and a love everlasting?

By mystical decree.
Neglected plea.
Loneliness.
Slowly overtaking me.
Bumble as a humble bee.
Fate abandoned me.

Fate, you pompous ***!
You fare undeserving.
Of your celestial esteem!
An ego gone awry.
A dry, apathetic dream.
A megalomaniac. A cosmic usurper.
Who are you to say I don't deserve her?

Her?
I'm breathless.
Still, I love her more than oxygen.
As fair as striking.
As tall as angular.
Contoured, yet slender thin.
Skin churned soft of heavy cream. A freckle spangled dream.
Hair flowing in a rare red reed toss.
A red so rare it's till unidentified.
By science, poet or thesaurus.
As if cast from the splintered depths of a prism burst....
Where does her red hair stop?
Where does her red cape begin?
Where's her invisible plane?

Her eyes defined.
The bending light filtered of her optic rods.
Spike and glisten.
A thousand megapixels.
Of the deepest greens.
Like strands of Kentucky bluegrass. Wild on the bramble.
A wet, chlorophyllic  dream.
Metaphors both naughty and sweet.

I do deserve her.
Fate...why did you let me down?

Fate replied...
Of your request, it was plain to see.
Love unquestioned and
Deserving of your Fair.
Responsibility accepted.

It was Fate, you see, who...
Crossed your paths.
Lit the stage.
Lent your acquaintence.
At the right moment.
A wispy smile. A flair of good.
Exactly as needed.

Fate, to be sure...
Aligned the stars in your favor.
Weather was set so hearts may melt.
Placed the planets strategically...
So Mercury...
Fills a heated desire.
Your lovely Fair on fire.
Her love forever.

But love was not your companion.
Too many nights alone.
No one used the phone.
Texts became a hassle.
Your negative tone.

Fate did not abandoned you.
Fate did not let you down.
Turn this blame around.
I'm sorry, sir.
But it was YOU
Who let Fate down.