Augustus Synchronicity

Same was today -- and be
it the father bullfrog who sheds the confines of security,
so the flocks might easily be fed…
a lure of salt and brazed pepper,
a lure of wandering bulls who somehow
manage desperation
at an age when only neediness can resault in
desperation…
whose only consequence is punishment.
And all his meddled frustration,
conducts me to a vision, as though
I were vulnerable.

And sheepish am I
in the eyes of the unknowing...
What a story they should tell.
Ere sweetest of the bunch were none but the youth,
whose eyes met those of thee, again,
exhausted and judged and
all, be it.
This was, indeed, a vision in and of itself
And pity the exhaustible discomfort of self-respect,
for little is awry.

And so,
the boy with tape worms
...impending procession...
a gut embellished with urban diversion,
spoke eagerly of the earthenware;
of the nonromantic dwelling of ancient ornaments and a broken chair.
What do I do?
I sit.
And there is both humor and truth in that.

As notice should, at best,
be left in good promise,
and banked.
preserved.
So that, should one be their own undoing,
there is joy to reflect upon.
I write only the fictions of potential...
The reality of my dreaming.