Sunday, June 8, 2014
Philip Byron Oakes
Polemic dandies emptying gestures of overtones
pointing the way. Anecdotal circles felt full when
rounding off what could have been as much as if
it weren’t, a story with an end that doesn’t.
Compound the peripheral with center staging
journeys to the edge, of being within a distance
prescribed as room to run no more. Tantamounted
on burly steeds, giving rides their chance to get
somewhere while nowhere waits in the wings.
Monumentally at risk of slipping through cracks,
commemorating the fissures that opened whole
worlds to a sinking feeling it’s true. A premonition
in the residue turning time into treasure, at a
distance stood still for the past to take its bow.
Marginalizing a thoroughfare to having forgotten
as a friend, with which to rely upon a future
cracking backs and forth in the concrete world to
come. The precipitous promise of a lean into a
tomorrow one hurdle away from the likelihood
of falling, into luck as the valley would have it.
Duplicities one at a time till counted twice
the weight allowed. Colloquial vittles stuffing
teddy bears on the laps of statues gone south
for the winter. Due to be borne upon the
backs baring burdens, for what they are as
less the more they seem to be. Veritable
horsemen riding stick ponies into the mind’s
eye, on a monkey’s business climbing heights
never to be heard from again. Clustered by
halves cozied up to the whole, as meant to
be what can’t be by virtue of two to the fore
of the parade. Flabber gassing the trenches
from well above it all. Juxtaposing for
pictures wrought in single minded pursuit
of the u-turns, down happy trails leading
to belief in what comes with greetings
from the box.
Elliptically forthwith loosening feet
foundered in step with legs lost to
the dance. Piquant darlings of the
aftertaste waxing nostalgic for the
mouthful, lost to a flavor of silence
as food for thought. Rambles
through wrinkles in the time to be
still for the dust to settle.
Choreographed to last the falling
into luck of the drawn upon, to
make broken strides matter in
gaits swung to clear the path
as integrally akin to where
it is it ends.