They met at

this outta site place

–exchanging the usual banalities

what’s your sign?

(or favorite emoji)

what’s your Nick named?

(and any password)

what color is your cash?

(white or blue)

and less common ones, too

–how tall?

(is your story–they both sat the whole time they talked)

–how fat?

(since polarized glass cast shadows)

–how much bullshit in current presentation?

(make-up, spins, flattering angles, and lifts– all)

and after stilted back and forth

(heavily reliant on hand-jive)

it was agreed

they were indeed

–a match.

(a deal sealed without handshake)

Did they leave together?

(d’ya think)

Well, no…

they hung out

. . .

in playin’ site

(of each other)

working the room

(the punched and clocked)

avoiding each other a little bit now

–they ran their lines

(net & hook)

looking for

–a spark.

 
Thor has his hammer

Poseidon his trident

Eros his arrows

–we need a God with a broom.
 
 
 
 
A really, really big broom.

Big enough to swipe away

the web spun round our world–

a mesh that traps

light and gravity, both.

crowded by trees,

and confounded by forest,

the move to the marsh

was equally dismaying. . .

swamped by swamps

it was the same mangrove all over

again

–rendering a jump to island

the only logical relocation—

so what if

eyes-closed

thumbtack

pinned

a spinning blue

instead

of green. . .

we’re all so fully fallible–

our foibles→refillable

> inborn & instill-able <

–accept it

–to the syl•la•ble–

Enjoy it!

Make it

$ billable $

As facades

> though employable <

are fables for the

~flappable~

both sappy &

/ implacable /

a go-to for the

p  l i a b l e

a fallback

that’s detestable

unviable & liable

to render tender

* jest-able *

as bending truth is

^ laughable ^

& also Google trackable

exposing like Pinocchio

a posing braggadocio

a–nose—so—long→

it’s joke–

–ay?

Yo!

(deep breath)

…while frontages more facile…

Will prove that you’re no asshole.

Directives

are effective!

they point as they exclaim!

and since they lack the normal tact

I love them just the—

–same as meta-4′s,

the digit best to meet…

Very like a simile

with “isness” more—

–completely don’t like clauses.

Those commas cause delay!

conjunctions function

well enough

if you’ve too much to—

–say it like you mean it!

Getcher verb on

in-my-face

‘cause commons nouns

(though unadorned)

keep propers

Upper—

–case in point→

an allegory,

conceals its agenda,

the fable leading reader

to a moral at the end—

–a homonym’s a word,

that changes what it means.

Move the “e”

and lose the “c”

to render

“scene” a—

–‘seen it, read it here, folks,

that words are thoughts for food,

that’s why it’s best

to double-check,

that which you’ve construed.

I moved to Hidden Valley–

since life became distressing…

on the table,

on the label,

under words that spell: Ranch-Dressing.

The fields are ripe for harvest,

the planted rows are green–

—and veggies are

like candy bars!

And everything’s so clean.

The people there are sparkling!

their joie de vivre plain…

the ice cream treats,

are made from beets,

the kind that never stain.

The sky is always sunny–

the clouds just fluffy balls.

the only rain,

organic grain,

no GMO’s at all.

Maybe come tomorrow,

I’ll hike toward bright horizon,

follow sun–

–when salad’s done

see what’s behind the hyphen.

I’ve left my brain

–logically speaking—

in a lurch

. . .

my write brain

overloaded

scrambling

ambidextrous in the aftermath

(thank God math’s over)

so

I

seduced

induced

created a mock-up mind

smoke, mirrors

(so status quo)

and hot air

(for that must-have popcorn popper)

kinda like a pontoon that isn’t fully inflated

(it won’t win any Stanley cups)

and like any jerried Rig, there are

…ahh

deficiencies

mutations

complications…

cortical bridge overwhelmed by

bawling

bellowing

billowing boat sails

that plays havoc with recall,

and port to port cargo

(I ship you not)