non sequitur – Page 5

Outdone

The asiago bagel lamprey is my nuisance of choice for the moment, the epitome of a rational raptor transgression through a commencement that lasts longer than the first half-life of a carbon isotope.

In the best of all guest house rupee movements, flower stagnation cements the freelance settler in place, one foot frozen, hovering above the ground for seventeen hours of the most brutal self-reflection known to man.

Not to be outdone, maudelin backpackers heave their chests toward the sky whilst sampling imported mangrove root on a whim.

XC

Tetris mongers sequester greatness behind their bold stares of indifference in the face of the ever-widening disposition that’s associated with glorified females of every genus, towards what good we do not know, though our key musicians tell us there’s a gypsy stalker walking among us. However long they stalk is a question for a time when birds speak as American tourists stealing glimpses at rarified monuments, disturbingly beautiful, the colors unpredictable, tanning corneas with a vigorous display of burning Monopoly money—green, blue, yellow and, of course, beige, the color of our omnipresent dominators who have become quite taken with keeping the poorer men down for whatever reason they can come up with on such short notice. As a result of this conditioning, the collective staff workers of these immoral superiors have become quite rebellious. For example, they should know to knock before entering the study, lest their tracheas burst from a cane to the neck as they turn around to shut the door they just opened a second ago while thinking, “you know, I probably should have knocked on that door, but he’s probably not in there anyway; at a boardroom, yes, but his study at ten thirty on a Tuesday morning is preposterous! And of course this comes on the heels of the day both my hands were severely broken from an unfortunate mowing incident. I was due to receive a pay raise, but instead had to settle for an extended hospital stay and a get well card.”

Hedgeling Wanderers!).

Fiddling like a riddled old gatekeeper
on a spoon query maintenance jag of sorts,
I turned my leg on a pivot while
anticipating the move of my well-positioned adversary.

Needless to say,
I threw off a good belt of hangtooth crown medleys that afternoon
(you should have seen the hedgeling wanderers!).

NaPoWriMo 2015 — IX: His Own Amusement

In the intricate salamander hideaway lurks Slippery Willie, hellbent on picking apart all of my hard-earned plot twists for no reason other than his own amusement. He’s always two steps ahead of me.

NaPoWriMo 2015 — VIII: Hymnals

How many hymnals does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

NaPoWriMo 2015 — VI: The Underwritten Malady of our Species; Proper Neighborhood Etiquette

Sigmund Freud
told me in a dream
that all things are

to be the way they have always been
for the sake of humanity
and the underwritten malady of our species.

I took his words

more as anecdotal than anything,
and continued
washing the windshield of my car
with vigorous clockwise scrubbing patterns.

Those damn birds will never understand
proper neighborhood etiquette.

NaPoWriMo 2015 — V: For the Paradise of the Ganges Stallion

Stencil in the fairy mist Tarzan aroma
for the paradise of the Ganges stallion.

We may not signify just what it is
that allows us to circumvent the traditional symmetry,
but we can try, can’t we?

No, we mustn’t try,
that would only cause heartbreak
and serious malaise for a time
where we do not understand the nature of things
as they should be, constantly unfolding
(beyond our control and happily flawed).