On the brink of exception
Man scrawls manifestoes
Telling lies for the thrill
Of discovery.
“You never thought you’d
Be in on my list
Yet there was precedence:
Acclaimed suitors
To the tune of millions
Dragged eyeless souls
On the pebbles of dawn.
I deliberated in simplistic terms of
Antagonism.
And wrote you down.”
The throbbing menace
Bumblebee droningly acquiring clout
Across many acres,
Winter-long tracts of greying lands
Vibrating through my varityper.
Mammoths subsume untrodden paths
Beneath delicate boughs of
The same shrubs as did once
Brush my palms.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Vim Cortez lives near Paris, France, is currently writing more than usual, plays in various bands, notably The Ungodly Hours, edits The Paris Bitter Hearts Pit, and more generally lives the Offbeat life. As Vim Cortez or under aliases, he has been published in various places, online and on paper.
