T. Gloom: A SestinaStoneface the masses, sweet one… you won’t escape The Gloom.Laugh and shake hands, hey, how are you but curbthe eternal, tiresome truth.People are glass& easy to fool.Just… remember to bring a blanket.The beams blanketThe Gloom,the foolstumbles over the curbafter the tilt of an excess glass.God. Slaughter the truthThe interview truth,The I’m-so-happy-to-be-here blanket:nonsensical, soiled glassnecessary b/c otherwise, The Gloom’s off of the rubber curb,bellydancing on E-ways… What a foolto assume that your mum’s a fool.She’s miserable, too. It’s the truth,I promise. She kicks it to the curbfor you. One snug, sun-of-a-blanketblocking bruv, sis & you from T. Gloom.Weep for M. Earth and raise a glass.I scratch my head @ the concept of glass.Answer me, please: Why continue to fool?For The Gloomis the only, solidaritous truth.But… it’s cold without a blanket.But… x2… it’s colder on the curb.One favor: The next soul smiling on a curbdeserves shattered glass…Only to relieve the body of the blanket,be prudent not to prove them a foolfor Hell is the act of exposing the truth(fyi.e. T. Gloom)I am The Gloom and I need no curb.I am the truth and truthfully, I need no stained glassb/c only a fool could miss my ubiquitous, human blanket.- Simon Dudley_____________________________________________________Paradise: A PalindromeLove is endurance yet fervor is life.Kiss thy bride and void thy wander.I suffer of visions… Gripping hairin paradise, finding one another—Perfect—another one finding paradise inhair-gripping visions of suffer.I wander thy void and bride thy kiss.Life is fervor yet endurance is love._____________________________________________________(untitled): A VillanelleOnly when ready, we enter the end.Many one-eighty when facing of the sun.Solace and boredom have buried the dead.Do not dare to pity the menthat from the door did not run.Only when ready, we enter the end.God said: Just tell me when,I’ll send the angel with the gun.Solace and boredom have buried the dead.Even the lads that piddled the bedgrew too wise, knew too much.Only when ready, we enter the end.Over again, the martian ascends.(Appointed celestials never stay stuck)Solace and boredom have buried the dead.‘O lovely ghost, forever a friend.Free the rest, thy mission is done.Only when ready, we enter the end.Solace and boredom have buried the dead.