Sal Buttaci Returns

THREE SCENTS-WORTH OF POEMS

1

To overindulge
in cloying perfumes
will not hotwire
stalled romance.
Splendid scent perhaps,
but in excess
it’s a one-way pass
to oblivion.
Purer love
in the whiffing glass
reflects a sweet
honesty,
blue sky––serene, cloudless,
two lovers
mutually
merciful.

2

Dime-store mentality
opts for
perfume dousers
to engineer
splendid
chameleon tactics:
presenting
a false presence
worthy of oblivion.

Pretending to be
purer “than thou,”
these charlatans,
truth under painted glass,
who sell sky
with serene faces
(two!)
are never merciful.

3

He tossed hyperboles
immersed in perfume
she worked splendid wiles
in all California,
her presence everywhere,
Untouched forever
By oblivion.

Purer than snow
She wasn’t.
She shattered
His glass heart,
Dropped sky on him.
Serene now:
“Two words…
‘Merciful Lord!’”

Bio
Salvatore Buttaci is an obsessive-compulsive writer whose work has appeared in The New York Times, Writer’s Digest, The Writer, Christian Science Monitor and hundreds of other publications.
His two collections of flash fiction 200 Shorts and Flashing My Shorts are both published by All Things That Matter Press and are available in book and Kindle editions at http://www.kindlegraph.com/authors/sambpoet
His new book If Roosters Don’t Crow, It Is Still Morning: Haiku and Other Poems was published by Cyber-wit Publications and is also available at Amazon.com.
Buttaci lives in West Virginia with Sharon, the love of his life.

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