unlucky/pitiful! plot against the Titaness

"Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals" Wallace Stevens

First Boy

When this brotherly perfection comes bouncing

embracing revival in cold time,

I ran before this best friend 

of roses full of light and power.

Too beautiful saint out of little unsmelled flowers, 

Widows' bubbles of Salvation chisel an authentic self,

even after Evil checks him.

Asteria’s falling star…

Second Boy

Pressing wax upon me, creatures echo.

On the mansard minora, awe danced.

Reel. Walz. Tango. Rape, war out of dominance, 

the men before and after the pleasure experience, 

and the great coming out, Petit mort, an interview

centerfolds inward, left on the floor. Out of the story,

All the arching colors brush her.

Oh la la,​​ Le pauvre.

Third Boy

Fade into a Blank Canvas, unwritten future.

Roaming in the freezing fog,

Mirage and mystery charm

ghost ethereal. One versus Zero. Divine feminism,

Death floats in the power of charisma, spellbound.

Anger, fear, hope against priapic skylines.

Demagogues lean into mycelium networks.

Clouddancer white. Content fetishized in cultural waves,

a zoo of caged charlatans with scrotal tongues.

Heavenly mammatus clouds the world of gutturals.