Travailiences Of Inelegant Farkisms, by Colin James

Photo by Kees Kortmulder on Unsplash

A bonafide engineering marvel of its time,
we knew to take the express line
another lover would be less attentive.
Frosting like a cake, sweet.
I can imagine you making adjustments
if still alive, taking up your hair, spitting.
At the edge of the crater
I adjusted your weight
before tossing you in.
Caught up on your mother's knee,
I briefly considered correcting
gravity's spiraling cliches
by probing with a tool provided,
a very long red metal rake.
Only a plethora of smoke prevented this.
On my way back to the chalet,
I passed several climbing couples
laboriously carrying dying relatives.
I ignored their sarcastic empathies.
Breakfast was later served facing away
from the Aegean
seas afore mentioned flatness.

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Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published. Dreams Of The Really Annoying from Writing Knights Press and A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity from Piski’s Porch Press and a book of poems, Resisting Probability from Sagging Meniscus Press.