Five Days and A Wake-Up

Five Days and a Wake-Up:

 

Everything had paled and faded;

Like the pasty complexion of

Our chaplainess, sputtering at the

Marred, “Guard your wedding tackle.”

 

Two years spent in hermitage,

Pinned to a stranger’s lapel.

Solitude’s acrid reverberance has

Colored my cheeks a noxious ocher.

 

Reclusion hasn’t yet shed its

Poise, but Auntie is a woman

Who will bathe the clinging prison

Film with spit so fresh

You can smell her teeth.

 

Here, out darkroom rises,

We’ve combed this dungeon for

Stray sentiment, but always �"

We get snarled in pretentious

Photos which depict a partially developed

 

Slideshow.  Mug shots own no

Place among these Thespian smiles,

Sing-song panoramas; memories.

It’s almost time to loose the

Clothespins, collect our scraps

 

And scrape the rime from hibernal

Lenses in preparation for spring.

Nemesis has sprung me from the

Cooler.