Monday, January 11, 2010


at last...

he pours out, his coctions
conned with too-cunning smile
from these gullible tips of wilting

lips impetuously
pushed by a pouting posy.
Its bunched buds weep chartreuse then slink

off into the waited
years of welcoming swallows.
Their needle wings paired with calls pierce

the sky's purple-black bruise,
revealing light, stenciled clues
he sorely needs to fly himself

up to shivering heights.
Once shin-deep in substrata
routes flooding forth from badly zoomed

maps, his questions run
afoul. Ascot-wrapped but choked,
the relentless sinks to unhealthy

altitudes, and he falls
through stained ceiling of acid
nave where his fancy first took off.


Francis Scudellari


Ande said...

A very good dynamic stream which had me captivated for a while.

Akeith Walters said...

Another enjoyable read.

Jenny said...

The interesting images seem to pop up from the screen because of the dynamic alliteration. All senses are included here. I especially enjoy the last two stanzas.