You’ll see Glimpses
if you
consider those promises
of never coming back
you might see glimpses
like you're gazing awe struck
upon
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.
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