pattering down the
arcs of cushion
and a wharf of String Chambers,
docked.
Hush descends...
* * *
Now is the time: soft, smooth, warm
song of eagle
kilts, ties, grey slacks,
flipping white music leaves
"Don't make it bad! Make it better!"
Hums from the bones of my
lentil-hair-hippy-candles-
kefer-Hey-Jude-60s!
* * *
Over and around the joy
the full strong blend of
baritone and soprano
and gold, red, black, brown ornaments
drape upon their blue serge shoulders.
* * *
The whiney strand of thin shrieks, drum streaks
iron brass, growl pounce
thunder trounce...
then file off.
* * *
Borneo - 1 2 3 - paparazzi
in the lee in the lee
of the islands in the sea.
Chime the three
under green
flow to the west
astride a high mount
purple with sky.
* * *
On the field, on the pitch, on the march,
We sing the true,
We sing the blue crisp skies of sport.
We traipse the full throat of spring.
* * *
Coming upon the ring of Palisade Town
red dust and broken pick-ups
a hawk and a bee
a chalk brick diner
Let's to the drive-in! Let's Big Boy!
* * *
Pull up some carpets
swing a scarf:
It's Jamboree Time!
Toss up some leathers
snap a shag
ONE TWO!
* * *
Onto the onto the onto the
ribbon of badge
the pinned lapel of
glorious striding
a procession of
huge white geese
gold gleaming in their
fierce strong eyes
Butterscotch Fez
tassel of delight.
* * *
On the many paths of stone
a light a light the
wanderer the strider
chime the moon
pull open rusted gate
break the clasp
shards of old iron rain.
* * *
Around the wheels, we roll we roll
strumming meadows
hopscotching sagebrush.
* * *
On the granite bridge arching a
dark river, long shadows
from the approaching coach
clopping of the cavalry
And shaking loose a fine spray
from grey of dust, settling
skies a raiment sinking, mixing into
of white black water
pressed fabric below night.
starched ice
shuffling upon
the coach
window.
* * *
On wizard, rumple trail
broad brocade
encrusted twine
whiskers. wine.
long arms of ruddy primate
clasp your throat
press, squeeze
doubledecker cheeze
frosted Matterhorn
circus cyclops
Barnum's Tower.
* * *
Take me to Tahoe
I'll commandeer the Fairlane
And roam the Broad Lane
In tails, my tie of white
my clacking rings
upon the wheel
dreamspinning the
Ave Nue.
Bazillion bright lights
slide across my
shield, my wax
fins.
I'm Padding, prowling on pliant
Good Years rolling up the kazoo
rustling up some
black coffee,
ham eggs
a dime store soda
and one bright Indian nickel
Slot me Jack, the spark is mine
the cash is kickin and
ditties floatin
and Wall Greens twinkles
on my bright white
shiny dinner plate!
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