Dandelion Larceny

The dandelion-larceny slithering
from the lambasted ties
inveigled the crickets
to fill the empty night
and left a chasm
in the pool of ryes
and now it only sways
in monastic tempo
like a fluttering hand
of a shattering riddance -
a vertical pendulum
foreboding the temporal fire
burning in the hearth
of quintessence

The jousting rays that the sun
emits upon the futile
resurging of the gilded sea
stymied the moonshine
that spangles with
the bristling feathers
of emancipated dandelions
adding injuries
to the fissured bones

Plaintive eyes watched
furtive fingers
loquaciously fumbling
into the penumbras
of harried nights
searching for the thread
where the inclement zephyr
swathed the chains
in the lattices
of our cathedral-windows

Now, finely sequestered
these swelling beads
are spuriously lustrous
like a star screaming
a symphonic croon
for its penultimate fulmination
before erupting from
suppurating and morph
from the shredded molts
a siphoning black hole of
stark mendacity
the assembly for
the prime masquerade

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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