fulminate

she stews

and stirs

and fulminates

he rants 

and raves

against the fates

forced joined 

they fight the world

full of fire

and shared hates

syzygy

bodies astral
hurling through space
on our own trajectories
were never meant to be
but for a brief moment
of perfect syzygy
we aligned and learned
that even in harmony
one eclipses the other
and so back
to our separate orbits
perhaps to pass again
in later centuries
on our journeys round the sun
but not meant
to orbit each other
the gravity
not strong enough
to pull us together
for perpetuity

tawdry

hindsight is 20/20
so they say
they are wrong
it is a long look
down an ancient teleidoscope
everything broken and distorted
as the tube is twisted
the lens we look down
refracting and contracting
our visions
depending on where we focus
and how we twist
making the insignificant
all important
making the noblest intentions
tawdry and tainted
making mockery of memory
the things we wish were true
the things we wish were false
all things we'll never know
but this we do
in others memories
we are disfigured too

velleity

they run amok
trampling flowers
smashing and breaking
china shop bullyboys
never braking
in a flush/in a rush
full of big ideas that flash
and burst like fireworks
and then like fireworks
forgot
in the glow
of the next explosion
disregarding/disarming
ever, ever, ever so charming
these jukebox dancers
karaoke kings
mouthing promises
plucking strings
tumbling cartwheels
with jaunty hats
& silly songs
enjoy them now
but lightly
and let them go
before a velleity
sends them spinning
and their whirling winds
blow you away
a Dorothy without an Oz
in a broken house
in black and white reality
left with technicolor dreams

livid

casual cruelty
born of thoughtlessness
smug grin
complaint on complaint
she could not win
and she tried to be
impervious
to the slights
but loutishness
made vivid
after bourbons
made her livid
and finally she left

objet trouvé

some things
cannot be made
they must be found
objet trouvé
litter the landscape
waiting to be collected
and kept and treasured
we are all such
as we all search
a sea of sweeping eyes
seeing only debris
but one looks deeper
and sees me

adamantine

to cover the emptiness of the rhetoric,
the hollow squawk
of words said to not to convey
or communicate or connect

the posture of the "passionate":
vehement declarations of adamantine positions
repeated ad nauseum with fulminating exhortations
in vociferous cacophony

blowhards full of bloviating blather
getting louder and louder
to hide how little
they actually matter