Magpies flit verbose, chatter about
red of her blouse, flounce
of her hair, intoxicant
air she exhales – stream radiant.
White light screams panic.
Grey limbo whispers unease.
Black shouts of demonic disease.
Color codes for incrimination;
frames built through sojourns in jails
“Fade into the pale,” waves on horizon.
Noise spins into tone, “One with the whole.”
Throw jacks in the yard every night
for the sake of pure soul.
so close-mouthed, the old
sages deified for
Calamity manifest aeons beyond
consolation of tv skit
ain’t admissible reason,
each day assigned its season.
“To suffer is to share
comfort in some matterless common sphere.”
permeates Earthly ears.