Aversion to Adverse Events

Further insinuations of adversity were acknowledged.

Questions arose as best practices were responsively adjusted
to assess and address the best-dressed actresses
and enhance seamless referrals.

What should data-driven differentiation designators do
when inter-relater liability becomes inter-liar relateability?

How are we to accurately assess the data
without throwing the rubric
through the window of opportunity for expansion of services?

Is there an existing rubric
to facilitate enhanced understanding
of this type of protocol deviation?

Sheesh – it feels kinda HOT in here. ..
How come all of you have HORNS and fangs?
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Body Scan

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Counting the syllables to Doomsday
I’m falling to my knees
while fools are talking football.
(please…)

Turning off the television set
I’m running for a face
that shines more than the human
race.

Tongue-tied prayer throughout the long night watch:
interpreting my litany
He grants me, undeserving,
sanity.

 

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Disabused of Muses

 

Poetry, you dazzled my eye
teased me with unearthly visions;
got me too high.

Primed my soul to fly to heaven
then marooned me upon the earth
sixed for seven.

You called across celestial shores
glowing in empyrean colors
then shut your doors.

Lost in your amusing mazes
I followed fast your golden thread
through dark phases.

Muse-abused and undelivered
my heartstrings wavered, stalled, then stopped—
arrows quivered.

Poetry, you’ve cheated on me;
winked and flirted, then escorted
Philosophy!

Spare me further cantos, curses,
keep your holy delirium,
unhinged verses…

On second thought, oh Lady cruel—
humiliate me. Lead me on.
(I’m still your fool.)

Dominatrix, queen of the word
for you I’ll suffer untold shame.
I’m undeterred.

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[Roxy Music album cover: For Your Pleasure 1973]

Heaven


When the damned lost souls are voided
into the abyss of hell
I hope to have avoided
that last death-knell.

The blood of Christ assures me
that such can be admitted.
I pray it sanctifies me –
desires permitted.

They preach of joy unending
of sheer expanding praise,
but the unseen evidence lingers:
my carnal ways:

I flash on astral hotties
(the flames that life denied)
among celestial bodies
beyond the great divide.

I muse on raptured virgins;
Christ’s parables made flesh
and my unspoken longings
unveiled and fresh.

I long to know profoundly
the promised stellar faces –
or sleep so deep,  so soundly
no dreams leave traces.

My hopes for that dimension
alloyed with base designs
grow vague. Incomprehension
misreads the signs.

 

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