Nose to Toes

She, 
can't see passed her 
nose tip, 
unless it's to her own 
toe dip.

Petty pedi-
cure, and 
manipulative mani-
cure, 
take hours ...
don't you know?

History is mystery 
when you can't pick 
Captain Cook 
from Captain Hook 
or Dustin Hoffman 
in a line up.

What Greek and Roman
mythology?

Weren't those busted 
on that TV show?

Future is hair did, 
monthly, and 
new chances to tell 
work stories 
breathlessly.

Past is never seen again 
in its original form, 
just reshaped by her 
constantly changing 
delusions of self 
in comparison to 
the world revolving 
around her.

Null Endeavor

 
Trees cut black marks in the evening gray,
a web of bloodless veins drooping earthward,
unable to touch the stars from which
they came.
 
 
By K. Shawn Edgar

Rainbow Vision

Rainbow legging-clad stems, long as an early August afternoon, carry her lithely dancing through the heat of Tanasbourne.

Unencumbered by short skirt, no more than a thin veil fluttering around narrow hips and briefly clinging to smoothly pale thighs, my rainbow vision is the only sign of life in this greyed out crowd.

So I click my heels, not to return home, but to fly over the essential colors of light streaming as a beacon to the pot of gold at their end. 

Shortest Distance Not Between Two Points

All the things that don't happen; if you laid them end to not-beginning it would be a long road of nothing, to nowhere. Like trying less than conceived, and this is not so much a failing as a holding of the bullet in the chamber, undischarged. Never firing means never missing.