Shun the ostensible gesture, flattered by
young actors paid to take a healthy swig; they're
digging for the world to feel right by flopping it backwards,
slopping it sideways; it lures the id like an impaled anchovy
seduces the halibut, wriggling on a rusty, abused hook.

angles.
bones.
angles.
bones.
angles.
bones.
angles.
bones.
angles.
bones.
beauty.
angles.
bones.
angles.
bones.
angles.
bones.
beauty.
beauty.
angles.
bones?
bones?
beauty.
bones?
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
beauty.
bueayt.
beauty
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Tempted by the grapevines,
and the juices they offer,
I slap myself into piece and remember the order:
THE ORDER OF ESTEEM
to do what is written in my quiery--
NO LEAKING LIKE THE VINES!
No seeping into mud;
no STOPPING and dropping.

Conscience

Two pidgeons slurred in pinwheels,
churned their voices into bubbling chyme
against the inviting and fuzzy coat of morning's light;
they spieled on different reels,
spewed wars of illiterate songs,
rampant at the threat of the afternoon's deathly heat.
They dropped music notes onto the concrete,
which broke in halves, wholes, and quarters,
and debated the duet they thought to be innate.
And, crusted by the dawn, flapped on, and on, and on.