calm as an ironing board / stressed as the walls
foreign as an enemy / familiar as the enemy
                   music knows no enemies
reigned as a god / resigned as most of the dead
    rewarded as a child /pell-mell as egg shell
vile as only myself
shelf-life   of a plucked fruit gone untreated
weening mental state   of the recently unteated
soft as sputum / rooted as generations of defeat
               prattling  like we'll never have our fill
                                          riddled as an ant hill

. ****** toss block
(evergreen  with enzymes)
  irks the mucus membranes

sunset bleeds out the day
depleted
thoughts take charge and toy with me

The red dress hangs, still.
Awaiting your form and flesh -
A matador's swish.

shoes bathe my soles
with sunlight borrowed
(i’d left them in the atrium)

...you're a slippery fish;
a swirling rainbow
beyond hook and line.

Dodge well and
weave with perfection.

Rolling sky like,
the grey and blue pushchair
became a cloud.

Odes, condensed milk;
Reduced, sweetened brevity.