Mr. Mascarenhas' quiet walk

Half past dusk,
Mr. Mascarenhas walked down the avenue of underlit palm trees,
the parking lot that was softened by night's silence,
the asphalt yielding,
memory slipped away,
a new world was being born,
he smiled quietly to himself: this had happened before;
storms of unknown smells would crowd around the watches of his mind,
confusing reason's sentinels,
unleashing fancy's insane rearguard.
A minute ago, a Honda Civic,
a second later a maroon dented cadillac with white plastic hood,
his father's presence,
a hole in the sky
a giant step from planet to planet,
a whisper of secrets amongst the branches,
morse code in the sunshine on the dancing leaves
small worlds blooming,
half realized rainbow fawns sipping from the cool lake
quiet in the craggy shadows of the far away.
Mr. Mascarenhas had the longest whiskers that night,
the sharpest tone of utter confidence,
the largest expanse of space in his soul, reaching out painfully to al that could not be seen but smelt at the other end of the universe.
Why I still love and live.

Mouthfull O'Saxophones

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Oh gentry, it's Henry. A sax flicking lactose and I reckon I've been tolerant
Well, enough to get going, shell ponies, file phony fingers, dig while humming quiet slang.....you salivate
I tolerate. We, Bollywood. Plus a whole host of holistic cataclysm action figures sent to the slaughter by a Sergent,
IN CHARGE
Unfortunately, my fortune read itself before I bed down and now I owe towns more dwellings than a pervert
This isn't what I bargained for, but I made Grover Cleveland my fave prez out of sheer nomenclature so I get
WHAT I DESERVE
((That part wasn't supposed to appear so readily))
I'm the one who put the 'reading' back in 'breeding' so in the lower scope of things, it all comes down to a comma
And while the sunset student sweats over a logarithm naturally, I look forward to a final exam known as
AUTOPSY

To all the automatics and bashful winkers, this one's for you.

Cloggs

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