Pratfall

Distilled mist across the forelock of the heir apparent 

whistles steam within earshot blemishing the atmosphere. 

His emissary longs for reassignment while floating 

gender displacement as a patch to hitch houses of government. 

Imagine a shuttlecock whipped across net benignity. 

Almost quiet but seen. Is there an open fenetre near the sheen 

of forenoon filled with white shorts and competing arms 

stroking the atmosphere for the winsome lose some path 

to breathing as one minus mudras in configurations 

lost to goals. Shared fate appears news amid a spate of bathers 

who anoint balance as a panacea for daily waking walking 

unbaptised amid the mussel shoals.