Incoherence

Images of topaz scrutiny, quartz rain, Sandusky supermoons and banded tulips vie for attention in a poetic montage.

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It was how you overhung the spirit quartz rain

above Old Woman's Creek

that glibly thawed the syndromes

of my flickering convertible skin,

your fire-dancing into the furrows

of a heart gone breezeless.

Your upturned topaz scrutiny

detonated overdrawn overestimation,

the very counterfeit breath

when snow pellets dramatize ice crystals,

vampiric diamond dust needles

gnawing Sandusky supermoons.

With all the wiles of a Banded Tulip

spitting on tabbed sweethearts,

I candidly dog-eared the angular temper

of your truant longboard,

the impolite symmetry of mute swans

pluming such well-tailored contour.