activate forgotten chimes to tome,
you flagrant extrasauce & plus.

you pluralled foreign infantry & such
a caustic blight upon to touch a skin
to stretch and tan a besting.

and then a ring - a forgotten hollow
thinging of all cylinders and shaped
like tubes - a passage of entreaty


lit, late, and loved

another rat

as unsung pall-bearer bears the burden,
so sits solitary company man.

comfort hangs in place of manned consensus-
gerunded suching even so to speak

a rat.

gnaw to wall and foundation bearing loads,
the tertiary landscape of a mark:

another rat.

having nearly newsome treaty, forlorn

having nearly newsome treaty, forlorn
for the ascot-burning pyre: a longshot
lyre-stringing endeavor.

in heaven - there is no human waste

artsome neutron bombing- heathing
fatuous remarks unbreathed; a sky-ward
hither here-to haps undone and in doing does

a front.

in old room and fossil ivy tendrils
dance askanse from western rafters
where a young man once hanged

a hut of neighbored palsy thrust
and throttled chrome rings the thrum
so early in the morning sun
a dead man fertiles others on

and begs us all to differ

what do you do when it rains?

what do you do when it rains?

& what do you do when it storms?

do you differ in squall than to drizzle?

& what do you do when the sky cracks in two

& illuminates all for thunder and boom?

what do you do with a sprinkle?

what do you do with a drop?

& what do you do with the buckets,

the cats & the dogs, & where do you keep extra tarps?

and what do you do when it's raining?

do you think of rain dancing? 

you  think of mud streaking?

do you think of stoking the fire & of soup?

do you think of flames & of heat & of hearts

& yesteryear's weatherclouds over us breaking?

do you think like Noah and fear for the flood?

build boats - form arks - prepare for the pairing

& batten down hatches - a last bastioning

for God's will & yr own survival?

or do you think of Zeus when it thunders?

or remember what greek gods might lurk in the mists?

& will you recall the scorning of Hera

the next time the weather gives you wet kisses?

& what do you do in this element?

& how can any of us reciprocate such precipitate?

perhaps you will do as the rain does.

perhaps you will fall from above to the streets-

follow the path that resists you the least.

we might gather in gutters & puddle & pool-

somethings destroyed & others renewed.

do we splash in abandon & make mud not war?

do we dance on the roof & demand that we're heard?

do we sing you to sleep? do we keep you awake?

the patter & pound is of vector & rate.

do we give you ennui? does it give you the chills

for the aches in the bones - a payment for yesterday's bills

& purchases - no longer owned?

or does water-from-sky bring warmth to yr sweater?

& stomping in mud puddles make ya feel better?

is it the far of the fall? the drop of the drop?

when gathered in storm - how else could it stop?

for looking up often leads us to questions,

the whether of weather & wither to do,

ergo so in turn, i turn to the storm & ask:

what does rain do when it's you?

for what do you do in this element?

& how can any of us precipitates reciprocate suchly?

falling rise, the spring of fall-

falling rise, the spring of fall-

the fruit it ripes to picking's pluck

& all autumnal harvest hands

uplift to greet you in your seasons.

& in the turning of the leaf &

fore the void of winter's chill,

we fill our barrels, jams to can.

bounties in our sunken pantries,

meat is salted in its larder

& all that's jerked and jellied is for keeping.

& in our sundry stores - all goods as these

are suched for morrow's making,

a laying on all tables

to feast our dark nights thru.

made did an unmaking do

what is done is done

&

what is made is made.

but what's been made can be undone

& undone makings make anew.

& in the doings not undone i've did

& do again, i'll do.

& in the making of undoing I'm

unmade by this making done. 

(& in the whitelight of evening

& darkness of our morns, all may

dare to gaze upon the sun

& stare.)                           

                            

& making done & doing made

& made the did to do again

(and again,)

again, i'll do.

the sin in medicine

the sin in medicine

is a well tongued pill

that throats.             

& all the sweet lacquer's

been had & renders 

powdertang & healingbite.

(soothed in a chemical kiss-
from pharmacist's tipping wrist

to the surgeon's pursed&puckered lips.)

the void

the void

at heart

is empty-

no matter

what

it says.

i am a hyphen

a bridge. a stile. 

the in-between of things.

i am connect & born to twain.

i am unspoken "and" & of ampersand.

w/o time's devoid of space,

& phrase-as-concept's hard on eyes.

i am nothing but a dash,

a line,

i am the broken word rejoined.

i prelude to the suffix-which-stands-alone.

i am the gift of undecided nomenclature.

i am an awkward sign of equal stance-

of father and of mother both,

or mother and of father.

the primacy of sequence rests on all of you who use me.

in remembrance of remembrance

in remembrance of remembrance

i will raise yesteryear's glasses,

& shed a single kindergarten tear

for each fallen leaf in all my autumns.
 

& i will forever look forward to

one thousand last-friday nights

& each and every weekend breakfast had.

& i cannot wait to see all those i've seen
& those i will not see again

& eagerly expect each sound already heard.

i am waiting for each brush of skin which i have ever touched-

& i'm anticipating one and all that has transpired.
 

& unto all that's been, i will raise yesteryear's glasses. 

(of which there are many)

by skinflush heatrush i

ope pheremonad to the verse

(of which there are many).
 

by hotgush bloodblush you

soup to be the trothe

(of which there are also many).

by lovelush lighttouch we

scattertale on multitudes

& rise up to the one

(of which there are more than many).

& from suchbrush we cull the cutting

& plant into a single earth.

in the nightsuit stiched

in the darkness we can

see to never touch

again the sun,

& yet it always

comes to always come.

in the nightsuit stiched

& thimble-threaded unto blood,

we can seem to never get the skin

& yet it always comes

to come when cloth undone. 

 in the godhead we who

seek to speak 

but not today in tongues,

always it comes to us again

in whispered drum.

& in the artless wail

of brokenhearts

in deeds ill-done,

there is a sun,

there is a skin,

there is a drum,

that's yet to come.

the taste is next to nothing

the taste is next to nothing

you've yet held on tongue.

we made out on helium.

to register for the exchange

brandished w/ receipt-

thesun&sky take all kinds of balloons.

to out sea horizon

to out sea horizon,

sharp coins & win

-ds in blindglint eyes~

reknow the form respiring

the cresting swell,            

              the jetty cut,                                  

the spume of reef             

            & scabbing foam

    (where love's from                

 there:                              

    the holding coast,

       themother&theson,

& the salty gull

all wavering & (in) particular.

nonagram one

incessant pining for peanuts:

a product of mis-

directed affection.

eating god for breakfast

sets the days first 

cigarette in a certain light.

monkey is the root

of all evil:

only apes war.

is it past a thought

is it past a thought

to spend pennysense

on grimy dimes?

germing of the $,

waitress daughter

dirty hands back change

from sullied register,

a village gesture-

infect reciprocal 

w/ contagions and gratuity,

in such sick we

enact our modern commerce.

hexagram five

nested for the egg

in crux of bough

begat a hatchling fed

on ma&pa's loving vomit

furthering the molt,

the fledger spreads.

to you i am

to you i am

a you & you

to me is too

a you & i

to me's the only

i that i can

only see an i

thru, see?

& unto you an i

to me's a you

so that all me's

that are not i

to you too many

you's for use

when i is less than

one & more than two.

the i's we use

as well as you's,

complexing ever

simple truths .

come, basilisk eye-

come, basilisk eye-

this cold dead bird life

doesnot fly but breeds them.

lunch not near the maggot

& be wary of the worm~

besides, it is less than sanitary.

here: at the chub lip

here: at the chub lip

of consequence -

brimming on the tongue,

an uttered plosive from

butjust & stedded.

so: parceled in our shipping

our mercantile waverings

portend a vasseling

to endless swayings of

all tidings~

hence: wet a finger

to the wind & raise

your white sails!

for guided by stars,

a far off port

is just a door

a(ny)way.

unsung at seams & bare

unsung at seams & bare

of thread in places all

knees & crotch & elbows

alternately jut & unsplay.

a spool to sew,

 needle & thimble

to thumb & finger-fore

from cloth to clothe-

cross-stitched & in

a fit of measurement~

in such-tailored vestment

we address our suitors.

a summer been laden diagram:

a summer been laden diagram:

prepositioned dusky heat

& verbing midst the caves &

hunting infame-

we'd be gods of august

in tense conditional & far

from perfect.

subject verb pronoun

verb article & object,

exclamation!

in stance askance

in stance askance

undained in watchful i's,

a pluraled palsy hush

es over ers of onlook.

& as the twins entwined 

to staff bewing-

ed & serpented a

caduceus do,

so healing comes from

forked tongues

& licks us in the doing.

ode to a mazzy star cd

standoverus, hope sandoval!

& lo yr melencholera

on sombre tollings

hithertoo unnaked

in the aster.

moan the lonesome sailor

home at last

from distant nazareth

& nuzzled in yr mutle-throated

offerings to pantheons-

all is mauve & groovy.

by gosh & golly, mercuroids-

    by gosh & golly, mercuroids-

 your pull is full & pluraled.

the swifting wit a catalyst 

 for benders in the archives.

       bookending twin (begun again

& wet a finger to the page

shall turn for all the words

in all the verses               

  of all worlds -               
  

  (for as i & i make ii -            

 our straightening of anything

just so a chance to bend    

       between the poles we pluck the                  

                                      lines & thrum the many from the few,     

    so the many faces in the facets             

                 of the gem. & i w/o ii          

doesn't do.      

alloy there:

alloy there:

nothing against yr holdings

dear, per se & yet as such

the smelting of your baser metals

is not so much conducive 

to the wattage we're to see by.

the parlor & the den demand

 a filament of least resistance,

lest the shadows & the dimlit

ruin eyes for good & nothing.

cast yrself in glass & gasses

filtered thru the aether

for the sconce that is askew

is of a bulb to be rescrewed.

& for all our astigmata,

but for that we would ask

is just a moresome fuller light

in which to see you.

for martyred offerings

lark darts hitheree & to

thru sunlipped yards &

airspace indefinite

to the chagrin of fallen seeds

everywhere- for we are beyond 

well zoned in this & more.

to wing bygone periphery 

in lights of spring &

nary a hawking eye under

which to tremble

on this low noon-

the cooing dove,

the beating thrush,

(atwitter by the caw

of local murders & the

vimming of the jay all

sing of that which

wiggles neath the earth.

as such the grub

& so the worm

& ergo even mole-

all liminal in june.

for these unlikely magi

three blindwisemen

bear no myrrh,

& fixed on stars

for martyred offerings

subsumed as gift to birth.

be well hinged, bivisager!

be well hinged, bivisager!

  mighty oaken doors of winter

set to sentinels & waries.

for when is keeping to not

keeping from? & hung up

on yr frame, in the month

of january-                      

re: minded of our falling backs

& oracles our forward spring~

from such a fixed vantage you

will never fully grasp

the longest day of summer

but for the push & pull 

& dingdongditching of the young.

it is for them we live to turn our phases of the moon

wax stentorian, senator-

for all the orators portend

a newmoons simply spoke

(nee hub

in ray of lunar cyclings.

yet you & i know both

limber werewolves & night

mother witches dancing tween

the shadow & the sea

that spell in intricate

grammars.

so sit back down to earth, figurehead,

it is for them we live to turn our phases of the moon.

larst

leans his a fullhead

taller than small men,

brother of the wincing lung

& liver eternal i know him.

a man of infinite

letters arranged just

so then otherwise men do.

the poet lariat whipping into shapes

& all our bright & pretty angles bleed

into oneanother darlingly-

as all the herrings in the

sea don't lift a fingerling to trout in.

he is the dog-ear (i see before me

& he the felt tip to the page.

surfing the fallout

of the rainbow terrible

he is

fin

only to be read again.

if eyes wider & we'd see

if eyes wider &                   

                  we'd see from i.r. to u.v.-

           how i'd view you to me                   

     for what stains & what thermal 

                     would fail to zipper lips to private counsel?

   & will the shark                     

                                     - when yr in twopiece

                 electricmuzzle you more beautiful          

                             than i & does the honeybuzz bee detect a nectar

                  sweeter than ambrosial wetting-petal?     

      & what how just does spot nose

                                            upon these hands?

        i understand that birdscan              

               foretell                                                  

                                                     catastrophic happenings.     

                                           i wonder what they'd wing of    

     storms as these.                           

                     

                          phenomena has girth, my octopus                        

            (& lateral horizons                                  
                       so look me in the compound-i                          
           & forever to me talk senses.                  

truth in advertising

you may need   

                                        to take a smaller dosage

if:                   

                   you have kidney failure

or                   

                   are taking certain other

 medications.      

sonnet for dinner

it eats me! i eat at you & suck

marrow from yr bones, oh prandia!

let me stay for you & whip a lil' something

up thru pantries (& by scratch.

formal:                                

                  i'll attend yr many courses.

forked diplomacy, yr salad is undressed

(to have it on the side) - napkin on yr lap.

breadbasket, i                                 

pour 

           oil 

                       on yr

   pieces.

fed upon by                                

         fingers & 

                                    utensils,

haveyou for you eating-in?            

                                haveyou eating-out?

an offering~                                  
                  taken in the mouth.    
                                                   you
                                                                            won't let                                

                     me be
done
until               
yr  licked
                       clean.

yet, i am feeling a tad peckish &

there are children starving in africa.

sonnet for lunch

when we first met for you, i was wrapped

in cellophane & it was in the bag.

i fed within your court & did you

know then nothing lasts forever?

no corners cut as a mother's love

                             ( at longlastlost to caffetoriums

everywhere &                      
                         yr old home wrecker,

lady lunch,                                 
                                 serves the foul & the fare.

 & what the crust                              

                                  & how much mustard

                                                                                            must be cut befitting mayo?

hard to will  (our daily swill)  -     
                                   banal as it is in heaven

                       & what to ever sup in this                                           
                                               our incessant doldrum-hour?

oh lunch!                                              
                            when will we discover what we've lost?

                             i need to take you out before yr tossed.

sonnet for breakfast

till when the eggy morn has broke her shell,

as yoke & whites go slithering to pan-

by piggylard we're sizzlin'- frying ways to hell

with the breakfast of intentions as we can.

thus greased - asliced & layed our slab of ham

upon the cutting-board, we render flesh

to feast. transubstantiate the beast - i am

that which i eat & now i dine your death.

& milk bled from the udder - churned to butter

cut & hotknifed - spreads easily for bread.

to table: palms clasped, mouthing words we utter,

piousless & practiced bow our heads.

poor ol' dawn, her rosy palm must cup this daily curse,

& when her fingers red arise, i know which finger greets us first.

truth in advertising

fifteen minutes            

                               can save you!

15%. . .                     

     

                                or less.

again that'd be terrible

needle-ssly difficult of more

(fiend) leaves xmarks, exlax~

& godforbid you shivershakesieze

again yr head against all windows.

& i'd hate to see you cheekchomp

blood againmy fingers down yr maw

again w/ whiteeyedrolling till

you come to w/ fight & flight

cuz again that'd be terrible.

i was walking it's morning &

i was walking it's morning &

i wander are you all around in

picket-fence soft places

wholly cul de sacrament

taken in planned community.

& hallowed are your gray still temples open
to all vagabonds & transience

in streetlamp light of tracts as these.

& does he honey-home you

in all the living room you've

borne to mortgage. what the 

cost & who the deed &

how are you on storage?

& does he palm the purchased
egg & does he grind
your beans. & when he

makesitforyouinbed - have you truly

broken fast?

i                                    

was just wandering          
                                 since

i was in the neighborhood
                       and it's morning.

off the record, stop, play

catonine tails got yr tongue

tied rising hightailing it out

of here no evil see

no your enemy, myself & eye

doctors hours by minute-

menstral cramping styles

off the record, stop, play.

even so

even so there is no quibble

over meaning what we say

to mean to one another -

things must be even so

you go first & i will

wait since thats what we're

so good at afterall

even so there is no way 

to one another

under meaning what we mean

to say we say

even so there must be

even so.

a crown of gold

enthroned away tis noble

-se floss addressed w/ english

on the spin.

a crown of gold to cap

a rot in royal absessory~

& from all root attendant

til enameled domo

gnashing at the bit             

       & cut to gum

tonguing loose successors,

toothily grin.

tendrils to the trellace

train yr tendrils to the trellace,
 morningglory - all over yrself     

(fingers in nooks - runners laying cop to crook

in climbing                            

                            walls & clinging at the wire~

& mid the purplethick petal lip&bulbing-

reaching gloriana greets the daylord

(hello, sunshine.

her harness is fit to rein

her harness is fit to rein

& with boot-soles strapped to stirrups

besaddled one might ride - alternately

 gripping fists of mane & saddlehorn

brindled mare acanter

lathers up to stride

(horses always horses.

(horn voiced)

(horn voiced)

my mangy muffin, you think it's   

all or nothing but itsnot for not     

everything that                            

                              falls is worse & aiming

too high can be just as cursed an angel, oh
angle of all that's fangled's strung upon

the star cross and tangled take

one for the pain

take one for the babies

rough night of the officer

cptn phlegm-flam's well

in-formed ~putting ears to ground

& whispers w/ the worms,

muffling cough in his hands

(everything is flecked.

& nightcrawlers stir the earth

? --> cycle

windchimes knell to the sixth house of loneliness

& rising signs signify justabit too much

in our ponderous porchorbit.

when mercury's in renegade & venus,

conjunct & sextile, ouijaes

feathers - mind the skies.

not all w/omen come shaped like birds

but some do

(butsomedo

specters of spectra

passingthru & bouncing-off

just spinning from the bang-

bang boomwombbomb of forthed

ex-plosions (infra/ulra) on all bands

(so even frequency htz.

even so,

we are all protonic-

specters of spectra

particles & in(waves~

werewolf in a delivery room

what runs at full-

moon but is not

a grunion

what poaches mothers

whist laying in wait

w/ kiddie death buckets

what killed only by silver

 glint of scale & promise

of soft flesh & bones

as alien as anything

(what folly

drive notes at times do

thunk-true bassline carries

over & thru windows

yard & caulk & tho

quiescent are the eyes of horus

-bookends are unrested

& twins of bastet purr

in kindred bloodthirst

drive notes at times do

quantum speech

you are/n't what i'd n/ever im/

possible/d - you'd oft un//touch 

w/such s/kill me i/'m/move

is/n't to your/s cleave/d

won't we

hither the ways, compastronette-

hither the ways, compastronette-

& legend is key - lines are minded

than alive re: present

my geo-positional sister,

forgo the grid & be(come the ink -

be(come the page

the map is the thing(ing

& signage is forever more than is made of

# of ^

find the sum of x,

# of my flesh.

-present to surly integer

suchaswhen 3c@s sank & seven

ochoed nine-

these stigmata are prime as eleven

to the # of ^

lucky numb(er nothing to one

lucky numb(er nothing to one

heretical x countless billions

equals quantified faith:

in defy of skeptic denominates

sits godglorious unity on throne of line.

has always chance already come

to pass & fast approaching zero

is still always never nothing

(

hush strungone, cede to palmmeat mut-

ed rhythmstrums  adown-struck to

pouncing tight fingering accord

(

nativesofnativity us(e)

(w)in cant of replicant,

(w)asp & pow of power-aspect

the (w)ack identity-dent of acknowledgment

overtly vert, doubt & do.

disease is & (w)is(e) the ass of reassurance,

forrow row of dissonant son

& bot to bottom we're numb w/ these numbers-

callous nativesofnativity us(e), call us.

hexagram four

-neath branch aldar

placed auspicious - in crysalis

was c@erpillar 

irid & diaphon @ the wing,

tremulousmembraned & cell-

intrepid wings will beat.

roofcock rides the wind

'lo press-sure yr fronting

barrow, measure-maid.

metered of brumal & therm

bonedeep six" under any

worn or standing weathervein

the rooster crows of angles & storm

for roofcock rides the wind.

hexagram three

bay lone she camel

humping dunes

a midnight nipple in the sand

brisking particulate lashes

draw strokes thicker than water

in crisping glints

hexagram two

hop-springing Vernal,

gone nativity & poaching

southwestern myrrh

knapsack & pachydermus

trunking thrice wisemanned-

gifted we our bearings

hexagram one

yarrow-stalker- use english

on yr tossing, why

don't you, Fortuner.

straw-cross plumber-

irrationalize z-axial forms

unpublished futures.

-aboloste-

-aboloste-

gronch flearily, Polcer.

snod entendron ku Teeples -

phoxiferous & zelphing,

Tol ee sen Tal.

-aboloste-

fixed are our adornments

this sentimental silver braces

on & lodged in places signets

flesh to forged memory.

(what oft begets why~

& silence's daughter din.

could she who smelt as such

have tended ends as this

what word
was spelled in casting
what grammar 

in the etch~
how sensitive
to language
are the anvil & the lathe-

does pounding hammer pulse of shape

ring in you clearly still.

howmaker
truly know what she has wrought.

in skin of what's become,

clampalm vis-a-vis arterial awareness - 

capilary suspect divining immediate

release of hostages.

terms more implied than given, inspector.

though i do ask you follow closewords

lineofquestioning - 

in skin of what's become,

who is any to query motive. 

pneumatic heir-compressor

pneumatic-

w/ those motored horses,

y'll have no truck applying

from pressure shaft 

to valve, heir-compressor.

my country, it is of thee

O' life, O' liberty, O' the pursuit~
of thee i sing, for

in my true god & country,

(if my election could, dear candidate-

you would be president.

(thy name i love, rocks&rills-

& i will be the senators in your cabinet
in yr templed hills & woods.

& from your oval office,
let mortal tongues awake for

together we'd make congress.

& w/ our constitution on every mountainside

we, authors of liberty, court supreme.-

(let freedom ring.

from the crow's nest

land ho! & if i

fell from such lofty hights

as this? would you plunge to 

& see me ashore~

& wouldn't i? gasping & beached

be saved.or

i will see you overboard,

in the waters of our lives-

(for we can dive at will

nowthatwe have foundland & our vessel.

twelve to one

twelve to one-

you are&i believe

it teaming & pull the sun.

(as i swim

you are the ram & i- porpoise,

a schooling of neptuna.

i believe&you are

eponymously striking

me as (day-thru & night-thru,

for we are softly steaming.

& to yr hoofing blaze & the arcing skyward pathings,

i will hold you in the seas when you com-

-et to my oceans-or splash-

down in these harbors, i

  always - mission of apollo,

  will catch you on night's reentry. 

you&i are believe

it born of depth & fire,

for midst our rose-red fingers,

tomorrow you will rise from me again~

twelve to one.

in such lanes

've both guttered in 

our alleys of old,

but now enshoed.

& in such lanes

already struck~

(stance

morethanenough i
(decide

have for you to pick-up spare /

in our current frame-

(backswing

in rhythm - line's approached -
(let fly & release

whilst trolling

embark & laynet widesetting

o'er transable distances

& the wait of tons projected-

we can to catch such fish

(whilst trolling.

slicebelly cut,degut to lean,

strip tail-spine&head:

not so much a sign of christ

as offal by the book-

he died for these tins.

(whilst trolling,

we can to catch such fish~

my bark is worse

apocalypse of mentholated diarrhea-
eucalyptus spring-eternal 

pissing seed & cone

& hotshit spicey leaf,

control yr bladder!

oh, you mighty incontinent & besotted arbor~

who do you think you are?

(& although i piss on yr leg,

please don't go on my lawn.

in testament

to talk w/ you's confession

(& of prayer)

to speak of is a catechism-

& genuflected
to yr mass i am sermoned.

& in you i take communion

(the body & the blood 

upon my psalms,
i cross myself to the book. 

& on my knees in hymn to you-

i am reborn, lover.

night vision

late visitor ~ O' haunter

of the house of me

(tho you are welcome & i invite you in

so vivid you are almost real.

mad-laughter & low-moanings

echo in this vaulted room.

& you just shake those chains you wear

when all i want, ghostling, is to hold you.

(unlocked,

the key is to not be scared

& to forget that you are not here

in body as you are in spirit.

but i beg you - be careful, specter ~

for i know where your bones lay

& for them to hold against my own,

i am both above & not.

life is a beach

in tidepools, south of the estuary,

silt deposits give to what juts-

&-cups in rough cradles

of anemone-flowers & mussel-beds.

shoaled - wetfoot & undersun,

(w/ crustacea & conch to the kelp,

we are humble in the wash~

treading careful.

& in wading for what may not be already found,

 life abounds.

a sub-directive

(*neckpinch*)

i'm giving her all she's got, cptn.

she can't take much more.
(she's breaking up!    

federation lady, avert thine headlights

(set to stunner

for your beam ups me.

(& before all red-shirts go to planet and die,

thru impulse and maximum warp

to let us boldly go 

& where know-one has gone be,

 for some sweet live long & prosper -

lady bootleather/downfeather

lady bootleather, sit awhile

on whiteleather couched evenings

in this spring of our summer.

lady downfeather, lay away

by lamplight nested & wet-feathered

in these eyes of our hearts.

on open-house heart bender

on open-house heart bender -

twist girdles & unhinging

wrench rebar to the jambs.

deep intake fully & wide

(to eddy & draught

& member to (re-member

let room to breathe.

(lungs fuller vista-

for to prospect on lovestar

from our scattered patios

& w/ vantaged porch-constellates

we birth vectors - perspective(')s

(learned anew

& nothing but scent & see~

host it suchly, realtor.

traveler's dilemma

i have the map but can't make out these lines.

that is clearly scrub-land, whereas over here this must be forest,

& those have to be houses or buildings -

the purple one is probably an inn. . .

but what do you make of this? what is it or are they?

a river? a waterway?

could those be ports?

are these roads of some kind?

a wall or barrier perhaps -

whoever made this could've made things more obvious.

power-shorts / (dusk walker

power-shorts mottle &                                           
                   squig (dusk walker, -

stroll out purposeful stridencies                       
                             nigh-unrespectable yet 

 constitutional:               

                       he jams.

my stegothesaurus

my stegothesaurus is so

knifelike cutting: - aciculate

briery, cuspate,

honedhorned jagged keen-

-edged needle-pointed & ground fine, 

peaked-pointed prickly-pronged

razor-sharp salient;

serratedspikyspinystinging

tapered- thorny- tined

unblunt & whetted

  >   to                the             touch.  <

(her day is soon breaking)

recant yr cupping, tumble-blossom 

~ spring breezes baby-breath

for in may, flowers

& olive from the soil & root

is proof of fruit on earth

& thou shall not go hungry

nor unbeautiful in

suchlush gardens,
petal.

(be(e) here,
pollen-full & at last
tumble-blossom, recant yr cupping~

(her day is soon breaking.)

sad nacho

cheesing couch-pigeon

cheddars illegal tender

melt topical maps

in hubris.

a heretic,

dam jack-sluicer

irrigational ~ aducting

to apline account:

grate expectation.

by stork-

by stork-

mortaled maculate

& albatrossed

to these aerial planes,

so :

w/ such terrible touching

-downs,

that suffering is runway

oft aborted.

*laughter*

plussed grinning from here

to here ~                                                 

                                           i squawk 'n cawcackle

(heh

laughing tooth leerily -    

      (heh heh,

you prolly had to be there.

heroes welcome

jitzy, hobo of pogo),

 gallomphed his shit-kickers

in hq's iconic antechamber.

kid mutton boyed the screens)

accompliced as always w/ boniface

- smarmy wet-plasma cannon.

maske.r.a. vanked her thrice-blessed crimson sash) as

corporal pants by own admission: "thoroughly pizzled."

no one that day was saved.

am candelabra

well    -  sconced      to       pallor   ~  inflammable

(in shadow) enshelved,

we sit

above wainscot 

& vantaged on mantle

         (in shadow)                          (am candelabra.)       

neighbors' deal

detuned subterfugal,

a slyly rumble

to hit what jitters.

smirkin of unshame

plays to victim victor,

& all goes spoiled

when unrecent plucks.

the prime number of primary colors

the prime number of primary colors

is 3:

r-g-b

naughty cholesterol

0

"eat the egg," it s's,

0

"you know you'd love to-"

0

- naughty cholesterol, -

0
naughty.

my uncommon wordling

my uncommon wordling,

you hot yiddish slang-

(just to speak on the lips)

& w/ plosives & sibilance~

in you i am fluent.

bird of a poem

"bird on the couch

beats two in a bush,

but one on la bouche

is besting."

} pecking in such avian tendencies {

 when gosling goes to goose

} migrate thusly {

}~{

cumquat / loquat

"ah, cumquat" sd i & the eye

that eye gave her sd, "whoa,

loquat - you feed me."

eattheskin & spit 
wet pits into my hand.

to the mothers

to the mothers i have met

along the way from then til now,

i would like to make you dinner.

ope, fledge - for

ope, fledge - for

you are over down, now
proud-feathered tail & pin.

perched nestly:            

& from there to ground 

                           is a lifetime.

a farmer's almenac hymnal

go forth high yield

in fields of probability:

& let us what's possible

twine to bind

in the sowing-

(once germinated

& grow toward sun)

-we plant.

dr. peptic

foreign antibody reject

adverse interior.

(hicc-

brightlight white-cell entreaty

sposed antidoting on

what is prolly curative.

 -up)

& utterly proachable 

mannered bedside.

mollusks we

eight arms am eye

complex us in focus,

mutable

~cranny, hue & span.

flux mussel flex-jet~
symmetric 

the pearl is your oyster,

& we swim in oceans.

under the mask

poulticed in adam's clay,

a porous slab-offering -
always~sutured umbilical & rib

(& eve is the rib

& able the scab

as cain the scar

(& eve is forever the rib

& chesting heart),

we bear this mud to face it. 

w/ hackles & vigor

bristled goose pimps

arise in pluraled infantries:

"over the top, boys- for god

& sweetsacred country."

& this is how able

men-in-arms die young~

w/ hackles &
vigor brimming.

ode to a neighborhood gas-powered scooter operator

hey asswipe,

get a bike.

solemn eerily

in lumens elongate

midst winds uneasy & 

fronds in high places-

dislodge yard scarred in fists of palm

as mad dove coos relentless

& solemn eerily lit's

this late in day.

spf godblock

acolytes of the sun once

 chosen ones of Ra 

now daughters of topical cancerous lesions

what have you done

to save your skin

we brachiate

                            cocksure and fancy

                                                           free we swing arboreal 

& boughing.                         we brachiate-

                                                      -to no place

& everywhere

                          in particular         jungles~

(when canopy         is second sky

  (where we are closer

                                                             (to our gods 

                                                                      (in heavens

eros of erosion

by mortar & pestle

we gristle to the grindstone -
& what it is          is          what it wasn't.

so the eros of erosion:

convex & concave

sweet is the just bit

when the fruit of consequence

hangs heavy on the vine,

pluck up your pluck, dear -

 & shine to polish rubbed against your cotton.

for always sweet is the just bit,

& first-incisor tongues to molar
(as is natch.

 heretofore an irish peach,
a palm of red delicious - 

but never yet a ripened lubsk queen of porcelain skin,
harvested
& sequined on the chin.

fists of root

when the ghost

is in the guesthouse 

& the visitor of excess

transes mirth to bacchus~

the revelers who worship spirit

answer their own dark prayers

& not the demon rumble 

nor a rebel cry of 'sic'

shall flap this chimney crow

when just as well

is just well pretended

& succulents uproot the stone-toad

& squirrels nibblegnaw upon the skull

-then is when the fists of root

rise clenched in common cause

why don't we do it in the past

why don't we do it 

in the past?

no one will be 

watching us why? don't 

we do it in the pas-

-t

kosher nights

stainhooved & 

prescient i clopmark nocturnal

in hallways of dream

 splain-foot~

i find my hunger open & w i d e

traversed to mind's eye