Almanac
If only I had some antidote to this loneliness
that fly on the window wouldn’t appear gross
me so insolent amid my transpired aspirations
sanctified into a fine mist I wished once when
lost in the rapacious happenstance of relevance
you danced with an invisible universe I sliced
with my switchblade at the behest of Pharoah
whose treasures were loaded into crystal ships
arrogant my restraint that I defended yesterday
its prenuptial nature born from bloody thunder
patently distrustful since the world is involved
in uses my eyes won’t capture any time soon
so popular to the crowd that populates heaven
gladly cooing upon the interjection of comets
mine are stones regurgitated from orange soil
while walled in a globe and going backwards
rightly acquitted because the jury ate sausage
my whole self feeling uptight about crucifixes
enter stylish genies on skates mending fences
and not a chance to locate the images I wooed
they occurring albeit not quite at this moment
my reverence for the sun inherently delightful
decoupling love to bury it in a pit of resistance
unhooked this shredded cabal-driven existence
you don’t know and will never even care about
such that east by north the merging rivers flow
without a single care to detail their integration