As when, in the thick
Of an illicit
Interaction, there's a click--
It's then that I
Start worrying:
Pulling hanks
From mannequins, appealing to
The outer district's
Most esoteric
Stances like humidity
Refracts a rainbow, raw row
Through a reticule
In whose micro-clime
There's always enough time.

No luck reaching the finalist stage with Omnidawn's chapbook contest; oh well--one o' these days maybe I will make it to a shortlist!

Octet of a Non-Existant Petrarchan Sonnet:

The scrawl was just that, misprision
No suture could mend, like edelweiss.
We weren't left alone with the device
Everyone's whispering about, as in a Fun
House timbre which threatens the spun-
Glass balance I perch on as doves slice
The grey air, supple with the scent of spice
But abrasive not sweet like a Cinnabun.

1

In the
Interest of saving
Time, let's
Adumbrate--
Or gaze--
At our reflections in
These plates--
Sopped clean; sea-life
Nipping a corpse couldn't do any better.

2

One of the scopes
Was missing
Like a tiger
A tooth; the tooth
Is lodged under
A step
Grit dusts like
Talcum or falcon
Droppings from the pair nesting above.

The way the yes
Rolls off the tongue
Of the girl in this Roller
Derby makes her horny, makes her
Mom crave an orchid--
One from Ghana--
and Riana on the radio
But the only
Plug here mirrors a tumor
Roughly the size
And shape of a fetal Macaw.

Outlying--embryo on
Its way

In--inner--eruptive
Sensibility

Stemming a sight
More falling than

Water--titanium-hard--
Shimmering

Helices dissolve
Encrypting

An Organism starting to
Originate.

Ok I've likely fibbed a bit: probably do have a one in ten acceptance rate; but I don't think it's one in 6, and that'd be amazing.