Imperial Diet

Imperial Diet


The radial light in the television keeps several 
secrets by me, in the otherwise midnight scour.
I’d, at fallen somewhere, stage a pique laughter
at CSPAN, a Savoy vote, replacing pulsed waves
with less conspiracy in the eye. With allegiances.
Adopted rhythm of bears drowning in a salmon 
wake. All, except the gentle ringing, flushed flat.
This is a squalor purchase, the feeble-earned fat.


(7/10/19...)