I Prefer Not To.
red, green, and blue
black, white, and gray
quiddity
is not a crime
if not for your lips
as they rest on your face
would your kiss then
no longer be yours
is ego content
with ill-gotten conclusion
your virtue
my heart doth avow
to all the world
this
i shall ever aver
requite not these words
with the burden of speech
in tacit skies
we remain boundless
unwinding allusions
to infinite realms
where idyll
submits not
to idealization
[image credit: Vittorio Zecchin]
suicide
can swoon you
come the solstice moon’s
return
in spite of its obsequious attendance
on the fives and tens
some would even say
it was romantic
though i’m not inclined
to justify your prying
either way
airing such affairs
errs most uncouth
besides this documenting
circumstances
spare no time to tarry
only in the spongecake
of a soft and silky
skull-bound stockade
does a tolerance
evince
alas, these are but
ramblings
of a mordant
man-made mood
so pardon me
for pissing
on your balsamine
impatiens
[image credit: Frantisek Kobliha]
how do you trust
emphatic assertations
claiming of a love so vital
so unknown
safe and new
all is spoken
as though feelings
never had been felt before
for a moment
nearly falling
to the call
of evermore
pre-assembled sentiments
relentlessly unleashed
lose the power
that was never there
a flower now bereft
of petals
left to tend
the aster’s disk
Max, or Not 