A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Adjectives trail nouns like tin cans strung through this town — bump, clatter roads of lumps, potholes the county hasn’t funds to patch. Soup cans now dirty, labels severed and recycled, tied to your chariot of white fleeing skies of rice. Doves soar from captor church mount. I follow their clamor and shout, chasing with all my might. But it rained last night — no shoes for this flight. Vows uttered at their alter would not falter at the hour I should have arrived on a steed, handsome mane in air, instead of an Uber piloted by Steve. Won’t yelp him if she gets away. We’re rolling down this highway to a horizon clouding. Clouds burst from black — brilliant — sparks appear, rumble-crack this heart in twain…again? I’m such a hack. One more adjective trails a noun, kilometers outside town when tux tails wrinkle to pump gas. My maiden appears, sees me, hikes her gown to full run. Moment of truth late devise from her eyes before her stiletto point plants just below the buckle if I had one. Blood red mix with a heavy wash — love sent to drain down on my cement, the last time. A string of adjectives fumble as keys duty to ring, scatter where I’m found on the ground like some unconjugated noun. 2.28.23 40 lines, post modernist, nihilistic whatchamacallit, yeah, poetry? https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/unconjugated Giving double? new?? meaning to 59-year-old definition…get how title and theme are supported? romantic chase, just as text reveal nouns alone like our narrator/hero? failing in pursuit of her, post alter, again, after the noun/subject/object of his attention. He’s alone as a noun. This is tiresome — explaining. . |