Venus submerged.
Abscond from flame.
What quiddity is this
eccentricity of spirit?
Her green gown bleeds
as we levant in the night.
Discussing the anapest
we read in the morning paper.
As I recall the word was "velveteen",
though I could be mistaken.
The cicadas hide, submerged in the earth
and waiting as summer slips it's tongue into fall.
The tormentress mixes her oobleck paste
as the metaknowledge fades and falsity ensues.
Perk up, lah!

08/18/2015