Lottery Jackpot

Questions overstocked the fellows gape,

Bordering his naked

Cuticle, contrasted against

Pink finger points, acknowledging lottery misgivings.

He still gripped quarters,

Fed them to slot machines,

Awarding dopamine

Often reserved for

Cell phone debutantes.

On the 3rd reward

A voice crackled over the loudspeaker

Announcing

His name. “Gosh.” He speculated

“I’ve never won anything.”

He rushed to the cashing out station.

Bertha, the clerk,

Had

Two dimples,

Attributing gaunt features

To an otherwise bloated appearance.

“Ah.” She stated. “I heard your name

On the speakers. You’re famous.”

“I guess I am…”

He took his winnings outside,

Crouching Inside the city fountain’s profile,

Spread them like a pigeon wing.

“This outta make me free.” He decided.

The winnings blew off, skipped alongside foliage

To places unknown. He stared at his reflection,

Distorted by ripples, made from the wind

Which took his treasure. “I think I’m the same.”

He decided and went home.

Honest History

Headlights captured pebbles,

Ancient charisma mistook the chiseled ArCh

For Hercules’ jawline. Air quote hiss…

Recognized in popped tires and elephant signals.

Waved off shadows.

Parrot (i) traded in reality

For the proper height.

An inch off the jawline.

A foot from the road

And

Pink

And

Purple

Blush designs accosted his smile

Left sand to be named by toes

Buried beneath the surface.

Uprooted nominal

Fantasies

About what goes on

When history

Repeats itself.

BEE-(com)-ING

1.

Spectacle of becoming

Situates the human vantage

To ditch its predatory instincts,

Linger along the gutted cubicles

Inside

shopping malls and

Contemplate,

“it’s all changing.”

Insects channel the sensibilities

Concurrent to currency cycles

And generate populations.

Marching their brood

Over

Dirt

And concrete. Human

Footsteps impose eclipses

And they

Ignore the sole

Of a death sentence.

2.

Soapbox functions by placing familiar insignia to hold court and blather about reactions.

Vocabulary reasoning adjusts value in compensation to rejected distractions.

All this to proceed in discussions relevant to tonal inflections.

Late in the evening

Refrigerator doors secure the cold

And perishable items are graded on their value

By the rate of consumption.

Cold becoming

Renders to the same dissection.

Sentience collects useful tidbits for self

Distributes them by piecemeal,

Responding to, limited as, wrinkles, Goose-pimples,

Hurtful words

And the idea that it’ll be over

In secret.

Choose to Win

A duck died, his body floated throughout the pond-water and on occasion collided with shoreline, but always returned back to drifting. When winter turned the water to ice, he was frozen from the neck down. At night, approaching headlights struck his dead eyes and they lit up like stars. During sunny days, his profile functioned like a sundial, adjusting direction clockwise as the hours waned. Spring approached and the ice fractured, the corpse dislodged and his head went below the water, with his belly exposed, he hovered for a few days, before sinking to the bottom forever.

A Saturday morning cartoon featured a plot where the main character was placed in a straitjacket. She drove a car arm-less and flipped the pages of a book with her nose, but her most impressive feat was when she held a match in her teeth and used the sidewalk to ignite it, touched the flame to a stick of dynamite’s wick, placed it underneath the antagonist’s bottom and blew him to smithereens. She was still in the straitjacket as the credits rolled. It was understood that by the next episode she would be free.

Pantomime’s Meditation

Pill bottle placed before Biblical notations,

Cover agape, straddled the shelf for squints

To fish-eye, pilfer and register artifacts of verse, which

Insisted the tambourine player remove her instrument,

“assemble the tempo

Rattlesnakes attribute

To approaching danger.” Door lock clicked,

Pantomime leaned against the frame and lathered his deadbolt

In oil. He became fixated on the motion of returning

To keep oneself in,

Wiped the excess oil away,

Stared at the function

Of knowing what to do

And when it would end.

Constellations recognized in nomenclature to historical omnipotence, failed to distinguish the shimmer casted off their bones and the tambourine bleating in council, to tides adhering the moon’s directions, reflecting glowing craters along the musical shadow gaps.

Pantomime placed a noise at his fingertips, thrummed pitch changes in rhythm to retinas, convinced they were fixated on reality’s picture. A flinch

In balance shifted the weight of focus,

Adhered it to traffic rolling over roadkill.

“Wait a minute…” Pantomime said. “That’s where the rattlesnake went.”

Natural Franchise

Franchises are a natural pattern found in nature they embrace the structure of the family motif by complimenting double-helix hierarchy via multiplying carbon copies

Natural selection situates the dominant features

Of these carbon copies

And applies them for use as needed

A feather for a Nose

A nose for an Eyelid

An eyelid for a Tongue

A tongue for Genitalia

Genitalia for Cubicles

Cubicles for Shoulder-pads

Shoulder-pads for Swiveling chairs

Swiveling chairs for Business cards

CEO demands the business goes public and buying-in quadruples the opportunity for procreation

(orgy)

Sunlight motioned the reveal of a magenta cross stitch bordering the kneecap flexing human pink underneath it all

Pivoting toward the chest overstuffed with towels failed in their objective to outlast the competition paper advertised as durable versus the elements

Kneecap consumes the skeleton bulge in layers of wrinkles and steals the form of kneeling parishioners

Oak tree consumed in white snow competes against the roots of an underground sprinkler system for space to demonstrate the function of having nowhere to be and worshipping this declaration by remaining there and setting the above natural shadow realm of naked branches fastening dark contortions to highlight where its opposition used to remain

Flesh lug overlaps the baby-blue bedspread and flattens the weak crevices contouring the mattress up and down left to right

Owl perches herself on the naked oak branch and rotates her neck to scan snowcapped suburbia for prey

Kneecap has no reason to understand the difference of kneeling for faith or kneeling for procreation

Owl eats a rat

The 1st Mistake of the Paper Trail

 

1.

The night Beethoven detailed his loud affections for expiration in the Heiligenstadt Testament he dropped his pen and heard nothing. He stood at the apex of equal footing, lifted his nose to the impending eve and descended behind the notion of Napoleon slaughtering muddy waters to build a dry bed for orchestral fingers to flex arthritis, lift their own pens, signing paychecks for those who dug behind couch cushions and perfumed fingertips in the copper scented smells of economic recovery.

2.

Clay tablets documented

Monetary efforts to describe a price

For the human condition.

Cardboard frames encapsulated

Jealous paper trails. Withheld

Funds in an effort to balance

The budget.

Honest laborers left their earnings in a pile,

Doused the contents in gasoline

Set fire to what they’d done.

Growing Old and Age and Entropy

Keys left in the lock, location named after its occupant, to expose identity. 3D smelled of wood chips, inscribed on 2D’s door were the words Bridges for Trolls. Keys jangled like a rusted bell as the door opened and revealed the sigh of relief. Losing the mechanism used to unlock self, moments to make the person. Key removal sequestered ambivalence in relation to wiping dust from the book shelf, disgust enacted toward human remnants. Tooth missing encouraged the repeated tongue jab to fill 3D’s grin, growing empty and entropy and age.

Hands sanitized.

Rubber gloves on and cleaning crust from closed eyes.

Nostrils flared absorbing flour sprinkles casted off the unbaked cookies.

Radiator WHISTLING and expelling the history of old pipes

Transferring

Entropy

And age

And growing empty.