Secret Patterns

Upon the ivory octave,
                three vibrant marks:
                sapphire, plum, rose
                coded by the artist
                who painted tone and timbre
                embellishing a secret.

Below the ochre bluff,
               sagebrush rim the glade
               wherein wild apple
               encapsulates a tartness
               crisp beyond dimension
               ornamenting brightly.

The density of reeds
               also spells a pattern
               planted by the artist
               bending upon air
               shadowing a fabric
               of infinite delight.

Mounted onto rocks above,
               embroidered shoes for bowling
               stitched in threads of blossom
               indicating orchard, where
               fruit drenched tongue of mute.

Skid Stains

Hit me baby
Hit me creek
            and dole some flounder
            yanking elbow
                                in dem jeans
                                ragged
                                taggard
            waftings of the leather ruffles
            tanned upon a church hide
            spanning gaskets
                                ball bearings
                                packed full white grease
           on the grassy lawn
                               as my knees crumble
           and zen echoes
                               call me in for pork chops
                               vat fulls of frog,
                               the pollywogs
                               warming sixties
                               banana stingray
                                             and hives of
                                             blood pricking
                                             from my
                                             street scrape
                                             wincing in
                                             a stuttered
                                             electric cleavage:
          that moment of oozing disbelief
          before the shrieking.