November

Instantly, I am shadow charcoal
Outline filled gray: slate, powder
Earth. Illusive, vision she thrusts
Fists through sky blue; tugging
Mind engraved lying deep fallow
Sand colored sage flint hill kisses
Panting shallow, shadow mimes
Always longing must, never quite
Satisfied grandeur it figures wildly
Spectacular in its monstrosity silent
Worshippers, invisible by millions
A nation on its knees before a head
Of state in the mind bent on sublime
Bowing away from crowds he turns
Inward, the one who loves the sky.
Bows to paper wraps: wads of twine
And silk ribbon. A hard day’s night
Retired oxblood pipe porridge repose
I suppose Bat Girl slides down onto
Pole phone booth, kissing Pin-up girl
Style only for camera eyes long, full

Walk urban dreams before the sunset
Hint: winter biting the air we breathe
Together only to add another thick layer
Already, the impossible undressing sateen
The bride stripped bare by her bachelors, even
Draped pure snow white sleeping beauty
Master strokes assemblage, tips a hat to
Precarious fate, on the way to the train.

Xo Ms CosMod