Becoming
Ego bereft of consistency
Betrays a heart hungering to toll.
Unable to trust its will
Or harbor imaginary gods,
It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability
Can give convincing cover
To buy time to fabricate
An identity that feels unique,
Yet not so much so
As to strand it in the cosmos
Bereft of soulful company.
Cat Eyes at Wally World
Deadly in the grocery aisles
Where they wait
To strike
After toying with tentative prey
Luring with surrogates their hidden carnivorous power
Quiet, allowing implicit swagger in the dress,
Forward cap tilt reveals enough brown hair gleam,
Sleek cheek
To quick sidelong stares,
Bolero vest
Easy jeans
Stretchy
Legs
Ambush set at cross-aisles
Prey has not forgotten indelible impression
Knows a head-on look's expected
To avoid collision
Or
Accept one...
Zing
Thank you for these, Matt. I read them with pleasure.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nonnie. I changed one word in the second one after you read them. ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhere would I be without stretchy jeans?
ReplyDeleteStill trying to get them on, or off?
ReplyDeleteI meant stretchy legs.
ReplyDeleteToo late...
ReplyDeleteI think it's the stretchy jeans.. gives you too much freedom to ransack and pillage the land.:)
ReplyDeleteI think I have stretchy genes.
ReplyDeleteToo damned much stretching going on!
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