Magnets

Magnets
by Waldo Mery
She juxtaposed a pose.
Opposed,
I dove
from eyes like microscopes.
Left me weak, infatuated for a week,
walking skylines, slanted
mumbling idiosyncratic poems in newspeak.
Raw diction,
noir vision.
Transfixion, nonfiction full of friction
towards oblivion.