My Guests

Returning to relentless symbolism,

forever after their own devices,

neither to go nor to consider

the sunken polarity 

of conjugating interjections

and parabolic functions,

frank with dust and odors,

steeping,

polished and frosted jaws

sweeping into sporadic smiles,

peppered with whines,

lectured with mace,

refusing their platonic jackets,

they gaze at me

from a ponderless recess.