Even ing

The year suspended,

               bright as a moon of hammered silver,

Portends a new season
               thickening in bare stems
               sprouting as green scissors of young crocus.

 The fresh winds uncloak our stale mind
               insistently bursting open
               to free sky, stars emblazoned.

               Kite soars unbound,
                                tumbles a dizzy sparkling whirl.

Our doors are wide open; windows smashed
               as shards of glitter sweep
                                heaven’s white new teeth.

 Leave behind your sack of mould!
               Step out unborn into the fresh night!
               Stride above the midnight blue!
               Ride the bare white horse of dawn,
                        bridled by unstained intent,
                                far beyond the snare of dream!

Pyotr Ilyich

River of Spice     Orange
              Cinnamon float
                                         Cherry cream
               Pudding                          swan meringue
               Trollies
               Sugar                 Golden oars
               Palace                           clip in the honey current

And marshmallow bears
        march, donning nutmeg helmets
                    sweeping silver bells

*                             *                               *

A carefree flute floats on
                  bright   pink   canopy of spring
    double-decker   caterwalps
                   contend for joykick.


*                             *                               *

Water falls swift   falls quick
                  jump past rock past brook
                                   rivulets marching
                                                tripping flipping


                                   to Blue
                                              Harbour.

Firebird

Under the mountain king's palace
                 bird cages swing in dark chambers.

But in flashing forest -
                         free flashing fresh fancy:
                 grand parade of light
                         ornaments the autumn afternoon.

                         Lark on a bare pine.

Mountain king stomps forth
                 burst a door     pop a cork
                 rattle sky          slam the earth

                         Now!  Now!

Sombre spruce paints spiral shadow
                  over      long      sweet      deep      day.
                         spin      long         soft       sleep.

On a clear blue cliff,
                  New sun pulls red, pulls gold dawn.

                                  Spans a chasm,

                                                quickens earth.

                  Strong bells        bright!

Bartok

Striny flindin floatn spirals

           roundn overn muchmanymore 'gain.

      Sweeps sharper

           Shrill shendo

                              undertorn

                              trembleshimmers

*                              *                              *      

Jump twohorn    zimbin

          toadrave              hoppin' saucers

                           buggerjimmers

          sporkploit      spuk             cloik

                           cookoo

          tuk dum tuk dum

                                                    been to done!

          Sparudolo mizzle.

*                              *                              *      

Ok ok  ok     jeepers

                                     on a holiday

          Skewer fleas, mosquito bells

          Step clock,  hanm onium

                                     slip slideydown,     alltheway

                                                                        down.

*                              *                              *      

On to the BIG Country!

          Fly by, canter yonder.

                                The Canyons and Mesas

                                              beckon.

                                Rip to the rawhide.

          Divvy up some dumplings

                                Locomotives chuffing   a  long   the

                                                      cross     grand    land.

          One sky hawk glides fast away.

Hrurr-City

HRurrRH-city
        All-directioned drone

        sharply wanting at every street corner
must MUSTing for a dollar, a smoke, some
                sleepslosh

        Some joy to drum and greyboogie on Market St.
        Some cram and urge unleashed,
                spurred on by Hermez girls
                                in their billboard spikes

        Some dull and muffled goneconscious   ness
                wrapt in grimesack
                mopt hair akimbo
                slept in unease shadows
                slept for 13 peaceful moments

        'til raucous dawn clatterd in
                awoke the restless want

                (sore kneed stumbled; peed in alley)

        skritchd a burning thirst for
                some sweet peace
                in calamitous hell.

PLEASE, a dollar! If not, frick'n die!

        Not dying, city revolves ever.

Fruit

The plum, the fig, the peach
        infusedin the grapes of my
                        heartblood,

rounding an arc of content
        dis integrating particles of
        dis integrated earth
                        and sweetsun's dew.

The sweetsweatfarmer's        kindness
                        dissolving into
                        soft jams of shit in my
                        guttunnel.

Thanksto     the orchardists.
Thanksto     the buzzbees.
Thanksto     the claygranite.
Thanksto     the starfire.
Thanksto     the liquid.
Thanksto     the leatherhands.
Thanksto     the exhaustion.
Thanksto     the stockingwell.
Thanksto     the pickingpack stowestack.
Thanksto     the tall Latino.
Thanksto     the un numbered more,

        my bonebag thrives another day.

                    Shanti!

                    Santé!

Ravens

And I find myself crouching at noon beneath one fir towering up past the bright green bigleaf maple. While from the canopy a raucous rasp of teen ravenous ravens demand notice. The rain clatters all about, tapping bigleafs, smacking fallen arbutus husks, blotched with yellow. And Raven, the grown, annoints the forest with his unexpected clever clucks and sonorous thralls.

smart out

The paranoia outsmarting all

outsmarting self

outsmarting smartness

protecting from an

ill dream a fantasy doom

and producing lockdown

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It's oily down
     the  overing sludge,
     the heave of dull,
     thick dark clouds



                               sinking.