Jewel Dust

Slide over patchwork India
         with concrete
                                smear
          and farm upon farm
                 jeweling the night
          and jewels of galaxies
                 watching over.

Here a murky ink
Here a
            line of obscuring
cuts town in two.

Our ragged eyes and
lapsing
         reveling in the
         novelty of all this normalcy.

This endless human glove
         long since strangled
         what was wild.

So wildness seeped 
         into corners of the
                  eyes of men
         men like jackals, looking
                  out for any open.
         men like turkey buzzards
                  circling, or glide
         thermal-flown vulture
                   prowling for today,

          since
                  tomorrow lost its
sandals
                  somewhere in the dust.
           

Fog Streak

That moonsun has been glowing
        all the livelong day
        above the furry grey-green
                         frock
                         of
                         sky.

The long glide draws time upon
        the weary brain
              ever hovers
                      over China's fog.

We race to waste
                  every unspent scrap of entropy
                  'ere eternal orb
                                     may cleave
                                     the firmament.

We relish in the verbs, the
                  jet speed shadows
                  the drapes of touch,
                  piping nouns
                                    like pole vessels down
                                           ear's canal.

When hiss transforms to
                  Mesmer's static,
                  heavy skull
                  may come to rest
                  against a
                  darkened
                  mirror.

Starting up

Fourth around
            on blue triangle, pocked.
            some greens offered
            as glint on turquoise raft
                                              points out sun.
            and purple plastic fumbles

muted roars as striped orange
slip fish hook in my cornea.


            this puzzle sky.
            this quilted kite.
            this can of tangled pink.


Black hole of moon
            so clear and clean
            reveals phospher artichoke
                         with secret child
                         in womb.

                         lacking teeth
                         or hair.

                         radiating trust.