Did You See Her? (6)

[“Another drink?” Janis asks. She has the bottle of tequila in her hand.

“Did you see her (ROM Random)?“

“Who?” Asks Janis.

“Her?”

She shakes her head, no.

“Never mind.” Seven answers.]

Summer fog exhales breath and wing,
wanders around a feather coat call
outside, out of range, out of ear.
Caw to commune content conflict,
degauss deception and decompose.
Divine dereliction demonstrates
division of an evanescent wisp.
Re-done queue recurse
ghost apparition approximate
blinks and incredulity ensnare
existent for fond impression.
(Jade) Metaphor, I know why I come
here hear Horatio hide in the silence of
noise as myths run their course.

[“And, yes.” He offers his glass. Sweat forms on his brow. “Yes.”]

Sweat sings the fog swampy,
and yes Tuesday, invisible,
miss-tagged indifference
ignore curiosity’s cabal,
ignorance and miss judgment,
smooth cold, clammy cognition
recognition rendezvous consort.
Complete constant consequence
Of bits bit and bots expense;
existential along straight lines.
In this bar, no one notices much,
on the slope slide slick cement
and slothful bricks beguile
bastion of a pre Modern comma,
long consumed in it’s consequence
Concentric characters and tales,
trilogies triangulate over and over
above and below rendezvous repeat.

Nightshade, never more flippant
as jugglers juggle, writers write
and painters paint presumption’s,
penumbra ghost, both ghastly and
grotesque, beatific and beautiful,
her memory glides through conscious-
-ness content (past tense).

[Janis pours a full measure plus into Seven’s jigger, and taps the bottles neck against its top lip, a ripple rolls close to the edge.]

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Time Is a Single Flutter (5)

[“It could not be,” Seven shakes his head as he whispers to himself.

Janis returns. “Are you, okay?” She is carrying a Green Fairy and stops in front of him.

Seven sighs, “nothing that another tequila won’t fix,” he pushes his pony forward.

Janis sets the Absinthe down next to him at the empty seat.]

Smoke and vapor fall forever fantasy lapse Lil(ith)
Paste protocol partially past the last breath,
a memento rouses ardor, absence, absinthe (Lil).
It is a dark night anomaly, tranquil anodyne,
(emerald, ruby, and pearl) sapphire and gold
grasp a gregarious grin and gracious bow.

Predictable Nox (script) in semiprecious stone,
and the same clutch, constant variation transfer,
contemporary remittance utterance con solo
(too close, to wait) reverberate and perpetuate.

Sink the solitude salacious saffron bees,
in a gist of flashbacks forward in the flesh time.
drones dance dynamic duos Deus domino (discord),
discard spent asphalt and noise are old thoughts
and sad flapping anger with misconceptions;
vacation varies the valence of visitors, so
familiars formulate the state of respite.

[Do the dead use memory as a pathway to the now? Seven puzzles.]

Fires flower, rumble above the tide in a tango tantric
love and lust, rut summer’s solstice sequins sequence
sand and water cool. The wind wanes after sunset’s
touch, soft in a huddle against offshore fog and chill.
Lil swathes her firm arm around syncopated shivers
With a squeeze and beguile (getaway ghost giggles),
emotions collect, collapse, and compact a sole packet;
as if all time is a single flutter not discrete divisions
or directions diligent in reliable results, and not null.

Voluptuous velvet buss suspends abeyance.
Swift breath murmurs voracious heartbeats.
Rend the running rhinoceros, grey eyes shut
in visions, sticky existential Kundalini’s salt;
grunting, grueling, grind armor amore;
escalate effervescent emulsion equal.
Ebullition exhale empty protocols
and consequence parallel.

We fell into a still life (calm flats) all a jumble
Flatlands flicker at a casual rendezvous
tessellate time lumen, tremors pulse fitful
Anew and renew repeat irrevocable intervals
Adrift, end, begin, end, and again, again, again;
but I am not going anywhere, anyway, any hour;
a communion conjured in clay and fire. (Hard stop.)

[Seven wipes the sweat from his brow. The Green Fairy’s glass is empty.]

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Breaths of light, Blue wisp of wind and regale (4)

Shadow of myth and murk ubiquity, light and dark adduce each other; recurse isolation impression (memory). Shake cup, click dice, clatter and quiver, perpetual present tense pirouette character caricature benediction recognition sequence hash (key) haberdasher block-chain archeology.

[She bumps Seven with her case, “Sorry,” she says and blushes. She wedges it closer to her legs.]

Machine dreams in context counts; lips love liquid levity and brevity, aurora as always null and meager, longing to return receded recidivist fluctuates forever in the ad hoc fragment discontinuity anomaly, perception probable and precipitate, dead too young discontinuity, defunct garden bees, not honey. Honeymoon homonym ash and all those things–mosquito wings, carbon puddles, breaths of light, blue wisp of wind and regale, indirect. (It’s) always the same patterns to escape–I’ve been here before–the same coat and shoe perpetuity love could not change the (rain) derivative [consequence].

[“No problem,” he replies and smiles.”]

Random winsome naïve and unprepared swamp mountain sojourns on plateau without predilection or probability, from one reminiscence to the next, myriad synonyms suffocate wonton ephemera egress, blue, extraneous nirvana ocellus, thorax, and omega verses. Vendetta vanity fantasies of being enough to warrant the need, desire, rose-water vassal, candlewick consequence calliope cacophony un lived unmade unknown (knowing) circuit of everyone known in the pinch asymmetry of salt and disparity, to survive conversations clear In the dreams of other’s antiquity.

[She returns his glance with recognition, and then wisp, she’s gone.]

[“It can’t be.” Seven says, out loud. She died too young, he thinks and turns back toward the bar.]

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