A Breeched Winter's Field

Through layers of sound juxtaposing the interwoven jungle of vertigo inducing branches atop leering old trees, I spot a haze ridden wake left by planes o'er head – soon the slipstream shall ease into a putrefying crayon scrawl across the endless expanse above me, lost inextricably within the vision of a few wayward travelers: the Frisbee flies on numerous occasions, though prancing practitioners hail the sky only in their expedition of retrieval; footy fellows juggle whilst spying upon scantily clad lassies (though the adjective applying merely in respect to the bundled garmentry invoked on a usual midwinter's day); egghead hair-bare professors cross by as well, fastidiously inspecting a well informed manuscript (but I expect not but a trickle of information transfers to those beady eyes, for this paper functions wholeheartedly as a disengagement from pestering onlookers wishing to babble on and on about a trivial matter of small talk); and I surmise that like all the others, not even the originators of a skunky sweet odor wisping wearily through the now cooling air noted the sky's jagged scar – only myself and the observant ocular sensors of twin toddlers (the kind firmly sheathed by arms of a mother wandering through a field of obfuscated collegiate memories), who, might I add, terminated in their toddling to spy me nestled in the barky embrace of a decrepit tree, so entranced by a mysterious visage as to tilt my own premature egghead to deftly inscribe a fourth apple pi's angle in the then ravishingly reminiscent space containing my flesh, and this most assuredly catalyzed the intrepid youngster to gaze shell-shocked upon the aircraft's now faded calligraphy.

Pelagic Pleanthes

Tack those tiresome tormented teeth

telling tales furrowed so far beneath

this bedraggled badger who nightly seethes

of incense inscribed insulting leaves.

Drooping wearily the wind does weave

matriculating deeply (oh yes indeed!)

through caverns of Marmite's mischievous deeds

dolloped deftly atop Pleanthes patched pleats

the pants constrained at knuckled knee

now ushers forth upon the sea

a denim clad pelagic dream:

waves phalanx for to team

then crash, cascade, collide, careen

round billowed oars ne'er before seen

of viking descent and Nordic mead

floundering furiously in attempt to free

a crew now cleaved

in half by me.

White Noise

A concerto of murmuring: coughs erupt in cacophonous corroboration of our incessant squirmings – (the discordant seat hinges shriek in one of two manners) a squeal emerges with each instance of immediate disturbance, though theses pepper the soundscape with paltry brouhaha, the auditory monstrosities of which I ruminate hold rank amidst the infinite Velcro disentanglement and perpetual zipper pull – those few who belabor the reclining process delay the course of consciousness for multitudinous millennia. Delving deeper into the room's firmly enshrouded acoustic encodings, I dredge our hesitant scribblings: syllabic inscriptions etched by a vertiginous array of eroding instrumentation, the white cliffs of Dover scrawled upon boards of obsidian basalt, though the deep black void now only a whimsical wish from my bygone days as preschool black board janitor, for chalk's sepulchral haze does now obfuscate my ebony desire.