"A primitive allegory"

                                  
                                                   (parasol evening)
                                  
                                        Sauntering up neighborhood walkways in deadened November. Hollow and capricious; I walk, an infertile man upon a dry season; soliciting stale expired girl-scout perishables;   Bloodline ancestress; immersed in gold and scarlet shirtsleeves, embalmed in promiscuous glitter. A cat; a feline mistress, darkened and lascivious, embroidered nightly corridors, peering down windswept dooryards whilst autumn shadows descend to delicate dusk.
                                      
                                          (Primitive allegory taken as the ascetic barometer)
 
                                     Infernal heat shrouds an apartment livelihood. Taking things down a notch to midsummer complacency, thyme and barley misplaced among kitchen cupboard upholstery, a cedar coffee-table aligned in antique damasks, velvet drapery adorned shutters mutter rhetorically against tenement window pane, and pillared shelves nest idly in silhouetted corners.
                                     This residence is forlorn on statutory Monday; illumined in radiant sunbeams stretched out across maroon carpeting amid domestic forenoon. Fatigued and cumbrous, my hand clasping your pale fleshy palm; gilded you past the upstairs terrace, past a stone-etched vestibule of erect marble edification, out onto the brass rail of a third-story balcony; ( this is where we stood candidly; and you started in again, about "the rapture."

                                (White male republican demagogue mistaken for the twenty-first century Antichrist, alluding to the inevitability of these events as "signs that must occur"; proving the Book of Revelation accurate)
                         
                               In lukewarm decades prior; I dry-heaved upon your transient globe, wore a special vest to your family dinner party, then threw up rum and coke on the garden daffodils; smoked seedless pot in a neighborhood forest chamber. Went back in time to visit your mother while she was young, then banged her. In residential suburbia I went to bed while the morbid sun was at its frivolous peak; all the neighbors' kids were half-naked playing on a slip and slide. I awoke profusely sweating in anguishing convulsions and delirium tremors; I experienced a nightmare in which I awoke, in residential suburbia at 3:00p.m. to those damn shrieking neighborhood kids (half-naked) frolicking on a slip and slide.