Attitude Makes The Man

Symphonic images permeate their selves through nerves
Snaking among the rods and cones to rippled grey haven.
Fevered cracks of electochemical coupling harmonize data
Onto flip-book membranes, concave and insistent for more.
Aquatic predator propels mahogany facade questing skyward.

I saw a duck. It was brown, like dirt. It flew away.

Reticently pondering its meteoric abdication, crestfallen
Shadow furitivly dashes beyond my descending digits. I
Wallow in widening pools of patchwork ceramic mouths,
Enflamed in their foul jelousy of the ascending mallard.
Intention of conquest foiled, I assemble my quack troops.

Bummed, I go over to the pond. To get my decoys.