Dear Turn,

Was it the last corner that resolved everything?

Or your new head-dress?

It may protect your motives if not moves.

Perhaps that is how straight-forward led me astray.

28'a

An insipid solace (comfy lack) furnishes
a fair-weather risk
with haywire farce (cracked sun in the circus of chance).

After smog subsides
a cosy sprinkle left out of
sweep braves absolution,
the foreman of sorry,

upstaging a greedy diversion (hobby-hunger)
swallowed in translation to preserve pith.

Whisking detachment into silhouette (profile beat)
with a tissue that teases riot
genesis, sluttish yet bland

too graphic
and grim

as suspense hinders chronic charisma.

... restoration.

A return to ahead. Slivers of intoxication cut to the effect of cause, letting slip a hint of round, sharpened on inexpressible edge. The concealed results of hone, brush against high wires strung between art- and –iculate. To walk them is to tread words into the atmosphere.

After Sidoli

Clenched

clenched from afar (an out-of-town squeeze)
unsettles the tonic (of disturbed refreshments)
heading off from the scrub (bushes avert)
matching dilutions surrender (watery reproductions – “we give up”)
nippy strides memorise (learning to walk…………
ideas with no middle ( )
drop more examples
alone

a lone a drops from idea and astride memory nips solution in the bud. Damp and drunk on distress, tightening distance lets near go.

"A...

...solitary instance furthers, falls…”

through thoughts that remember the quick step of quit, thinning out identical undergrowth, leaving pick-me-ups to shake distant fists.

App eal

A single-sided crowd bids for the other

pooling a dip in their undulation

teasing dual fascination apart

Aftertaste

Yesterday, creased along midday, slides off the tongue.

Spurs-of-the-moment

Shoving all limits in the closet, she washed wonder down
with a tolerant brew: part tea, part not;

part thirst-haste, distraction quencher.

Before ground struck the thriving steps
swept under carpet’s enchantment.

10+’s Lover

We are two ones: attaching
a restless power to victory
barely resolving to kick
discontent in the meaning.

Like asking a bombshell to reduce shock
or trim the other cheek.

From one cool scene to a sinking silhouette
a faint ticking
hears background noise
as we line up to launch entertainment
and suspend refuge until humour stops staring.

, smearing the ‘a’ in caution

blurs the abandoned guard, leaving any slip of the anointed one open to manipulation

…a narrow escape, is only a replica

Character transfer, repeat after me: carbon carbon…

Lend me two frauds, a double agent, and a can-con-phony

(quite a quartet to slide the tuba tones)

and I’ll slip you imitation.

Stealing the blush from your sunset

Green and go, in all its departing glory
will face flush again
when level reverts to level
and reading backwards retires.

Do away with the evening of yourself, because if you keep setting, I won’t be able to see you anymore.

TaKinG thE BriM__ TooK thE BrOoM

I’ve been invited over to Taking the Brim – thanks Clifford!

Otoliths

Issue three of Otoliths, edited by Mark Young, is now live. I’m excited to say that I have two poems included.