STEVEN
FORTUNE
GRAND THEFT PRINCIPLE
Subtle beasts
for the quiet
revolution
Fossil-plated
resolution
antiquates at an
accelerated pace
in frenetic
abscond from the oratory
femur of
contention
The sky channels
a neanderthal's
nausea with pale dawn
painting pranked
moles into speakers' corners
Grand theft
principle
enacted in a
shuffle of pseudonyms
in the closet of
the squad thesaurus
while the laws
vandalized model martyrdom
for tomorrow's
hindsight
like a
dunce-hatted child at the front
of a classroom
methodically plotting the erasure
of dictated
predicates
PARABLE
Chain me to a
parable
with sinews of
plot
ambiguity and
circumstance
Maybe cut the
cables of
this broken down
elevator
rigidly encasing
my contracting
individuality for
the occasion
Others are
beginning to mistake
this expression
for a uniform
To expired
constitutions
I'm beginning to
conform
Resolutions
situate between
cosmetic and
forlorn
Chain me to a
parable
Lacerate the
leathery chicanes of
recycled minutes
harping on
the clockwork
waves
of my addled but
attuned
idiosyncratic
routine
Chain me to a
parable
before the poems
start
to coagulate like
an infantry
of revelations on
the poet's solved
social rampart
THE SORRY CARD
I.
It was the joker
in my deck of
words
A throwaway
tradition
for mature players
of immature games
No matter how
deftly
I carved the
context
my blade of
churlish
cynicism never
failed
to fall into a
hollow center
II.
The flag of my
awareness
is emblazoned with
the words
I know will never
fail me
Words I pad my
pocket with
to rob a store of
morals
Words I fortify
the front rank
of my conscience
with
to prolong a lie
procrastinating
from the rear of
heartbroken
pawns of good
intentions
III.
A mirror is an
unwelcome sight
in the vacuum of
our closure-less existence
I ran robotically
from the relentless
cackle of the
joker till the robot
in my running
learned to cry
The joker is a
mirror that demands an eye
I've resolved to
not go fishing
for emotions in a
deck anymore
For the sake of us
I now confide
in Big Blues to
check the chess of our impasse
STEVEN FORTUNE
STEVEN
FORTUNE
was born and resides in Canada. A
graduate of Acadia University, he served as Editor-In-Chief of the campus arts
magazine, and has since written and edited for several print and online
publications. His third collection of
poems, Sentimental Drift, is due for release in January 2017.
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