A New Angle
Zachary Simon

Courses through many times back
Perpendicular compromise of my fake leather on my cheap wood
throughout the shameless trickery that luckily
was harmless too
to anyone but me
Comfort the times as they would comfort you if they could
like how hard truths abandon while clinging to a hope
for a kinder one…
four of a kind of cruel
Pictures leaned against a wall
will slide onto the floor
Icons in the gardens
are fruit trees in the store
Executioners never know the truth
but they see the greatest smiles
Tour guides feign interest the best
as they measure their sex in miles
A structure without shame
Determined to stay in one piece as it falls
like an old man
Ironically not at all repulsed by a mistake
which was a joke 
on which one was it?
The cruelest man cries on a woman’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around
to feel his child in her belly
smooth and round but
a new angle embodies
Snakes eat eggs with dead lewdness
as friends will take for granted
Did you save the master’s memory
because you know he likes it slanted 
A hesitant left hand can mock
the call of fertile space
For romance between the avenged
does little to save their face
And forever resurrecting
the temptation to defy
Flatter well the numbers
the numbers never lie