All was said and done in the Autumn
on the second story landing of an
roach-infested apartment building.
A three-o-clock sun infernally made its way through
doleful damasks of antipathetic cloud formation
radiantly interwoven anon eternity's entirety
(celestial magnitude)
How carnivorously; afternoons' monotony gnawed at our souls individually; as nail-bitten fingers incessantly pressed to elementary blackboards, chalked and grey-
impetuously bruised bare flesh finger sores
bled reluctantly onto the porcelain
floor of a Westminster classroom .
Now I'm back in high-school mailing Christmas cards in frost-bitten February on stale Tuesday mornings to
Joan of Arc's great- lascivious-granddaughter: the cumbrous bitch that fervently nits her way beside a warm residential mantel, into my lackluster world of hollowed-out antiquities:
Star-Wars figurines and Muppet Babies' bedsheets
Bourgeois in her parents mahogany bedroom
we dry-humped after school in catlike desperation
She digressed on me; her smile was all I coveted.
Wintry boughs swayed in withered latitude. Wool covered her itchy nose; pale skin etched to complexion incarnadine. February moss subsided off our rock-jagged precipice.
On the cool crags of a moonlit coast
Our gulf grew olde beyond the silhouetted buoys
In wind-ridden vales; the hunted lamb howled- hauntingly leavening
the ethereal silence;
reposed in our neighborhood hearth we quarreled 'till placid daybreak ascended
then malingered..........
upon the frail deserted street
the liquor store would open; but your mind wouldn't
our cats pronounced dead on the same din stroke of midnight.
both inflected gloomily in morning obituaries
through living-room window tapestries
she set her reading-glasses onto a glass plated coffee-table
folded her newspaper then
went to back to bed.
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