ecclusiastics

Oh to live out these weird oratories! Oh to leave the plum stone upon the board! Always abound upon some phenomenal hyphenation, this secret star, this savored hyperbole. Always interrupting with my mouth full the peace of the repast. Taken in by art and the lonesome dusk. This risen veil, this cat’s dash clarity when the moment comes to pounce. Cold skin and lost heart, the prayer and the salutation.

Some hunger, some drift of mission mouth. The wind bequeathed smoke and the breeze sotted breath. The bardo bending the bars of the vamp, a scatting around the scales. Reneged light and negative space, from bird wing to astronomy in the time it takes to turn the tide. Living in the grays and low throat growls of the spent rigors of romance, the empty an instant eminence right there in the chair by the bed. Boxed up letters and tattered souvenirs, from this constant inarticulation to the gravitas of dust. 

I rattled around the big box store, I raged upon the roads. I sang a song from long ago unless you reckon in memory or argue the motive of time. I spat expletives and called out to raptor and crow. Here is where the story takes its salt, somewhere between the afternoon and this prescient night. The altar shifted and the feast lambed it’s long ago, between oh yeahs and the preaching of the bass, the taken chance and this vestigial juvenilia. The night here and there, you and me and these enthusiasms that itch to take the wheel.