the train in the microcosm – II

Standard

as the clicking of trick heels

beckons the seconds

low and leery

near and importune

but of no importance

placed between delicate delicacies

that slide down sweet

and push up daisies

dazed and stored

in numbing stories

flowing faster into the face

like velvet fingertips

upturning a trace

trained to play

light on the lips

sleek and shallow swallowed down

with intoxicated whimsy

thin merits drown

deep in need

knee-deep indeed

and tripping on epitaphs

of brazen imbuement

cut along line graphs

and pie charts

shy parts consent

but who will ring the bell?

or whistle blow?

when we can tell

implicit arrival

placated well

pushing us past into the blue

yonder shores avexed

where cognates once grew

in separate grounds

one after the next

“Don’t stop me now, dear truth.”

‘wouldn’t if I could’

but wonder if I should’

“Less talk will prove the sooth.”

rattles back the ties in the track

 

 


 

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