Fantail Dubiosities Rinse my Axiology

Stoic parables anoint goodtime Charlies in their tracks.

A tacit bricolage turns slurry in defeat before the gods 

reclaiming legerdemain as quiet forces trick the 20/20 

primacy/recency effect of shorn roses forecast to murmur

I want it to be nice for you, then wait for a rejoinder 

in hopes of no spoiler alert sanguine as a nubile princess 

on the verge of personhood astride a shirtless glyph 

sand-blasted into a display case in point meant just for us. 

 

Mid-regency's a floor show. The pores, the see-saw artifice

about-face renditioning applause on pause. A tumor glows its

flaws. Falsehood in the hood, a horoscopic trine of jest. Vested 

in thin sin. Redemption qualms the reams of yellow petal crawl.

A raw disarmament of who decides through triple-paned

windows sheltering in place shared consummate disdain.