Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

The Unconjugate

Adjectives trail nouns
like tin cans strung through this town —
bump, clatter roads of lumps,
potholes the county hasn’t funds
to patch. Soup cans now dirty, labels
severed and recycled, tied
to your chariot of white
fleeing skies of rice. Doves soar
from captor church mount.

I follow their clamor and shout,
chasing with all my might.
But it rained last night —
no shoes for this flight.

Vows uttered at their alter
would not falter at the hour
I should have arrived
on a steed, handsome mane in air,
instead of an Uber piloted by Steve.
Won’t yelp him if she gets away.

We’re rolling down this highway
to a horizon clouding.
Clouds burst from black — brilliant —
sparks appear, rumble-crack
this heart in twain…again?
I’m such a hack.

One more adjective trails a noun,
kilometers outside town
when tux tails wrinkle to pump gas.
My maiden appears, sees me,
hikes her gown to full run.
Moment of truth late devise from her eyes
before her stiletto point plants
just below the buckle
if I had one.

Blood red mix with a heavy wash —
love sent to drain down on my cement,
the last time. A string of adjectives
fumble as keys duty to ring, scatter
where I’m found on the ground
like some unconjugated noun.


2.28.23
40 lines, post modernist, nihilistic whatchamacallit, yeah, poetry?

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/unconjugated
Giving double? new?? meaning to 59-year-old definition…get how title and theme are supported? romantic chase, just as text reveal nouns alone like our narrator/hero? failing in pursuit of her, post alter, again, after the noun/subject/object of his attention. He’s alone as a noun.
This is tiresome — explaining. .