True Objective Occurrences
my thoughtful process is tethered
an elegantly designed limited edition
a noteworthy measure of artistic intention
a significant percentage of provocative analog
I suppose it means something akin to compromise
or an over-determined allegiance to instructive joy
a sunset-flush shared only to propose civility
an obvious argument for quiet happenstance
I will try in good faith not to hold it against you
the banning of my bare bones and my daring breaths
be mad with desire
be riled by knowledge
be assimilated by art
it is a fated pursuit to become the Invisible Woman
it is a fated pursuit to become exceptionally vague
the prayers of misguided angels are rudimentary in design
the predictions of vestigial clowns pale in comparison to
enticed writers
artful painters
faithful architects
my observant progression is a generous portrait
instrumental in adding wistfulness to apprehension
a simple remedy for bewilderment and righteous despair
a humble antidote for soaring shelves of pitiful prose
I suppose it means something to rally against the bravado
to perpetuate the philosophy of heavy fists and sharp
words
into something believable and deserves deft devotion
into something that leads you to the source of my words
laid neatly and organized carefully on sheets of soft
paper
ubiquitous creations
voluptuous chastity
distinctive penmanship
all of it seems magical to those of us dependent on
typical flaws
challenging our contemporary impression of fire and
brimstone
and that is the dirty little secret of poets writing reams
of poems
about true objective occurrences swathed in incendiary
language
**
I had a burst of creative energy this afternoon while
listening to the rain pour against our hot tin roof. This is what transpired.
In propinquity,
Nic
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