AMPHIGORY ALMANAC: Meet Mr. J
I am soon to be paralyzed
in the happiness of the tender night.
Involuntarily my grey sun strained eyes fluttered and
winked ferociously from glancing at the once bloomed in
bright crimson light, rays elicited by a cheerful red sun.
shining, candles flickering, and blackness vanishes any
harsh defiant wistfulness.
Privileged glimpses privy to the riotous excursions
found in natural curiosity’s abortive sorrows uninflected.
Running together in a soothing tone with
leisure movements nibbling stale ideas
as they tremble helplessly.
Plunge the days gruff husky tenor arrogance and
supercilious manner as the suns face feigns affectations
Pleasing contemptuous expressions now twirling, rippling,
and ballooning downward like its anchored by a
metallic shrill of its own void of desire and surplus of
The night bellows a triumphant yet meekness and you
can almost hear its thrilling laughter fragility unaffected
by scorn or contempt.
This nocturnal, short-winded elation heightened in
sensitivity by the sky vacuous of solar rays shining but
populated by a parade of flabby impressionability in the
shape of twinkling consolations.
Hovering impatiently, as if I’ve become more alert,
my stare is fastened with an awe expression to the sharply
different dull illumination consoling proximity to the
gleaming silver pepper of the stars.
Stars reflected on bays mirror-like surface resembling
diamonds glittering along the water consumed by young
breath giving air radiantly moonlit, calm, and crisp.
not as gold as a harvest moon, footsteps echo my previous
destination as I stroll.