hollow moat
Opulent oranges open to the oily oculus of the sun
offering its opalescent ovens to the obtuse universe.
The opal oysters of trust ornate the oasis of oracles
adorned with ocean jaspers, observing the okenite moon
that rises from the ozone layer of the mind overlooking
the original scrolls of octagonal stars glowing
their oriental shadows above. Ochre clouds uniquely oscillate
while Orion’s ocular mirth overtakes twilight’s optical options,
diminishing the opaque ghouls of oppression
that opposes the outer rings of overt comets.
Though the objective organs of potency may overreach
the organic joy of life, if the otiose origins of prose vanish
overnight by the origamis of fate, hopefully these oxeye daisies
don’t overwhelm me by their owlish decorum
polished originally from the orchid odyssey of fantasies.
I am open-minded with the prisms of optimism glowing
my onerous heart to the opulent portal of wonders
overweighing the odious spirits of oddity.
I will conform to the obedient owls of mercy
with open hands to the ocean jaspers ordained by
the orientation of obvious omens while I make
ongoing gestures to the ossified gates of Olympus.
My heart is never hollow or oblivious.
Ominous ogres are obliterated by occupants,
ordinary shapes contort the organs of ornaments
which conflicts the orthodox of oxymorons.
I void the ostensible oaths of Orcus
with my outstanding orders from the Lord, who is always omnipresent.
cloud lynx
topaz oxide
fair needle