POETRY
Afternoon — X
Blurred and baked as a lizard in the bright afternoon,
the day basks, bloated belly replete
with what it has chewed up so far,
beginning with the break of progress,
belching the bones of intentions.
Internally, it blathers and boasts.
“Bring me your best, and boast
with breathy brilliance,” says the afternoon,
while every basic beatific intention
bows before it, bartering in replete
barnacled brashness for a bit of progress.
The boat, bullish and tethered, balks at going far.
Buttressed by the balderdash so far,
as a bird busily boasts,
chirping notes as its business progresses,
brazenly bulldozing through a bungled afternoon,
its buxom bugle with bugs replete,
boldly it broadcasts its intentions!
So the bucolic buffet brims with unbridled intentions,
unbuttoning the burden of broiling bias that has brought it this far,
to beseech the beneficially replete
with broad strokes of bellyaching boasts.
It…
