Hollow

Static, memories

emanating, separating

the postcard-perfect

still life of home

from it’s storied past.

Invisible, to drift

among

the florid aphorisms,

ending in

deleterious debris,

aftermath of

the inevitable.

Empty room, echo hollow

tabula rasa -

carpet clean, return

to callow.

Pregnant with obsession,

inside an idea,

a question,

the what -

against the narrow

scarcity,

and fatigue of should.

Tender, malleable

his youth,

betrayed;

assumed decorum -

residue of truth,

flattening of emotion

and misplaced

affirmation,

buried pathologies

in architecture.

Harboring apathy

and lunacy,

the pious

pedigree,

Smuggling

fetters of

doubt and indecision

into virgin

cognizance,

fallow energies;

fumes of decay,

the human stain.

Social edifice, inoculated

heirs of neurosis;

palpable, sensual pain

and transience, though

tacit remain

haunted history,

The blind hyperbole,

maudlin

forbearance, this haven,

the portrait

of immaculate condition,

nurtured with precision

and sterling pretense.

Suburban domicile -

house beautiful,

savage irony -

unseen treasure

ubiquitous innocence,

faces, tiny creations;

compliant vessels

wounded,

while

modernism murmurs

it’s promise -

Brave New World,

four walls to

Dwell,

the misunderstood

speak louder -

Consumerism,

unvarnished ambition,

never could

repair the brokenness within…

©2011 W.S. Warner

Elucidation

The sound of your voice,

linguistic forte,

digital portrait combined

reads lyrical, like Joyce,

the use of imagery -

elevating the plebeian,

resplendent

the imposition sublime.

Pellucid prose, tête-à-tête

immersed in esoteric allusion

spoken with au fait.

Liberating my pedestrian

inhibition,
premise of surrender -
adrift, desultory,

delicious ambiguity.

Seduction begins in

the mind,

assets of imagination,

intellectual property;

side by side: lying supine

didactic invitation,

in assertions of diversion;
a chance to find

euphoria within our reach.

Linear alliteration;

fulgent flowing Fumé
Blanc,

fire and wine

private beach,

rhymes of elucidation

two bodies align,

I will learn if you teach.

Sensual epistemology,

curvaceous

figure of speech,

the Orphic; woeful
lover's plight,

a porous song recite

art professor, verse confessor

tutor me tonight.

©2010 & 2011 W.S Warner