Gee, Love

gauntlet

L
ove is
like the inside of a glove,
a promising fit
that is ultimately hollow.

*[ WSB ].

Photons

prism

T
hrow off the light, photons fill the room still:
absorption, emission, at infrared.
Light leaks out, no space is isolated;
photons spill above absolute nil
from things, any time, with random vectors.
Outside of span of Big Bang creation:
electromagnetic radiation
of radio red past purple vespers.
A quantum wave massless in twisted fields
trips lightly without medium aether,
the fastest speed for any observer,
a constant through the expanding ciel.
Yet thousands of years can mark the pitch
of a photon from the sun’s fiery under,
a bagatelle stumble walk through bumpers.
The split-second flash from flicking a switch
belies the snail-paced slog through immense time;
from darkness, ancient stars were set ablaze.
The eye catches light from the edge of space
thus, history is writ on the nightsky.

*[ WSB ].

Fairies

CottinglyFairies

O
ak, ash and thorn
is where fairies are born.
They flutter and flit
and on mushrooms they sit.
In air they waltz aglow,
the dust falls like snow.

*[ WSB ].

Cleans the air.

NasalMucosa

T
he naris vestibule is lined with hairs
that trap some large dust particles from air.
Septum and conchae increase the surface
area and give airflow turbulence,
increasing the odds that air will contact
the mucous membrane of the nasal tract,
ciliated epithelial columns
with mucous secreted by the goblets.
The mucous layer traps the air debris,
and cilia sweeps it posteriorly
to the pharynx then the esophagus
then ridded by the rest of the tube in us.

*[ WSB ].

Morning Song Upset

GoodMorning

d
amn the
phlegm phlagm
about a dram
old fool
homeostasis
basin basis
design daft
updraft
tilt drain
tannin tinged
chem drool
concave spelunk
whirlpool ringing
coughing
interruption of
industrial singing
and coffee

*[ WSB ].

Indwelling

Dove

A
   sermon of tongues
summoning Sophia.
Brother Scott’s children
shuffle feet in accord,
scuffling the church floor,
dancing in the Spirit–
tribal, the beat of wings.

*[ WSB ].

Queen

FLEET-FOOTED VOICE OPERATIC,
Special Red curled through
Deacy Amp dramatic;
flamboyant prog pomp &
hard rock circumstance–
theatrics.

Deacon the text;
may the tailoring of ready
harmonic bombast flex

in a dance
panned by critics,;
however, the fans outlast.