Gazing into The Deadly Nature

presence

Dear Occupant,
or
To Whom it May Concern:

We regret to inform you of the optimal decline
of your everloving aurora of invisibility,
it has come to our attention
and we pass along to you
the aforementioned inclination
a dilemma
hyphenated parenthetical
of utmost importance
inasmuch to say
simply and without delay
regret or spasm...
your warranty is up,
nuts are loose
toes are juiced
ears screwed on too tight
and various accoutrements of convenience
just
not
right.
Please post yourself directly
for realignment and etcetera,
signing on the dotted line
of course
and leaving amount disclosed
blank, incomplete, alphabetically transposed
for further introspection by inspectors,
namely numbers 9
& 5
who lack names origins and platelets
much as you do, you metalized hack,
respond without comment, in person
or as you please, come as you are
bring a date, but RSVP
and BYOB or smattering of grease
in a vacuum packed bag,
you never can tell,
pie plates are all the rage
and whipped cream...
but that's extra.

silentsoliloquy

grotesque they bob up and down on poppy stems, the tiny garden of human heads shrunken and wise rocking in the wind, retiring behind apogean petals with the waking of the moon. Their obscene grins belie a muted death, cavernous sockets look down, dragged by gravity to a dew clean perspective of river polished stones, dredged and spread convoluted like a jeweled, multifaceted bed. They curtsy nod and bump asking in their own selfless way, can we take solace in a plethora of pebbles? and answer in the only possible way, with a question, what else is there?