the august goodbye
by Noah Haalilio Solomon
Per day, in each, frankly imposed unto itself written proportion, wait, here:
The medium of organs, the yeast of impetus- a tug, a snap, tractional division, each.
Fertile affection, a laughter’s confusion in ruins, but rubble my body ashen.
The lung of speech, gargling err, this obese indulgence its serpentine fingers.
A hand’s palm, or the knuckle of necessity. Whichever less convenient after hours.
The theft of seeing, the gild of a glance. Optic deceit to know familiarly, nothing.
The smoke of past, the posture in prowling. Into evening befallen, currently ailing still.
Desire by daggers, the pigment of tears. Recall, animal combat, romance as a warlock.
The plexus in muscle tissue, earth’s digesting bowels. Oh, citizen, are you not a ziggurat?
The scribe of a heart, vault-locked retort. Any emotion, a boomerang. Return weathered.
All wisdom had, coiling. On a whim, a cavity of banal existence.
All of us, translucent. Just mirrors on another, reflect.