You’ll see Glimpses

 

You’ll see Glimpses

 

if you

consider those promises

of  never coming back

you might see glimpses

 

like you're gazing awe struck

upon Mount Olympus

where mighty Zeus himself

sat pondering fortune

before he demanded

soft soap pillows to

cushion that buttock cutting

iron maiden summit

 

and Sisyphus slapped in

a chit requesting a day off

while Atlas probably packed

an olive oily rag to soothe

his hot burning shoulders

on days that dragged by

and it’s well supposed

that Prometheus receives

chain mail now and then

 

so that every year a card

marks each passing of

another birthday with love

but frost’s bite never thaws

for Christmas brings more

never leave without hitting

your head upon the door

 

 where there could be glimpses

post trial by judge and jury

of short peers long on walks

dishing harsh sentences

spoken lack full conviction

even when sent down in ink

show how much it stinks

 

of lies now on those days

when the wind’s blowing

her breath east cool west

warming hot satin sheets

of soft desert sandpaper

to polish dull mirrors clean

for someone looking back

who if fire wasn't stolen

maybe flinted a few sparks

 

glinting in bulging pockets

glimpse a traced rogue's grin

beckoning come on in lover

and we’ll spoon beside these

curved pocket nail scissors

never think to scythe acres

 

of people once known

for scribbling in backhand

their black words of disgust

 in terms of oh that’s just lust

but in the Gods we trust

look he’s shaking her so deep

with love’s little earthquakes

trembling in deep tremors

wet fracking open cracks

she’ll not get any sleep

 

tonight dispensing pillows

oily rags and chain mail

by the container load

for some little more than

well reasonable prices

might wink and convinces

us that if nothing else

you’ll see glimpses.