A Modern Achievement

   1)        Afternoon
                  neighborhoods
                              sway
                                   restlessly throughout city boundaries.
           A boy's morning cereal bowl stationary upon a wooden table in the kitchen.
          Transparent sun rays,. warm the cooled coffee that rests on the sill.
          Windows in the languid iridescent noon. Reflections off the metal spoon. That dangles from the adjacent room.
           
            Kitchen mom,..with her apron on. Predicted words of premeditated comfortability. The violet eyes that describe a pungent food. Elevates herself up with her mood,. ascending the narrow staircase, and into the loft.
  
       Beyond the carpeted floorboards of the residence,. maroon in silence. Cushions of existence and                  2) In the darkened cathedral hour,. I was the adolescent pilgrim boy. On the vast primitive enterprise of illiteracy. How grim my ruthless manner and demeanor was!   How repulsive my naive quest for feline delicacy? I shall exhibit garments that exclusively reveal my disposition. Sofa of warped lining. Cease the threadbare of dull timing. Outside the smoky streets coat the walkway with crescent feet. The yellow fog of vulnerable flesh that laces the interior of prefered fabrics. Domesticated and deceased,. the sultry hour is now discreet.
      Dear sir diary please do 
     Reveal my admiring lofty Physique.             
Lobster was our desired currency,.. amidst the mystical era of shellfish. As a troublesome child I'd look out onto the misty arbor,. the water had claws. I would imaginably climb up onto the bay with cat hoofs. I go pitter-patter upon the bayou. Dreamlike,.. I gaze out into the trembling water. Confused I was,.. cigar- shaped stencils,  I would mold from the cloud formations up above.
     
            3)    I am a simple tool of necessary virtue,. in the bewildered hour of Henry the 3rd. I,  a reclusive gentleman of royal descent. Take to ordinary doorways that lead out into the dismal courtyard. Queen Annabelle the 7th has so eloquently conspired such a theme of civil disobedience,. that could drive the kingdom up the unbearable wall for the rest of my miserable days.
     
                P.S.   Gertrute the inside lining of my latest windbreaker has grown uncomfortable,. please do let Beatrice know before the party.