Words

Speaking the words,
Some heard, many split
vanished
              banished by eye blinks
                             by doze of day after
                             pre-occupation
                             strangled mind
                             by puberty's aroma.
               That clattering
               is the undestructed mug
                              brimming myopic
                              check parcel, burning
                              barked hook of stumbling of tomorrow.

Go back, again speak:
word the ears, tug them.
Re-pave the streets of futility.
Re-cane the every-bearing berries.
Re-vine the trellis of tomorrow.
unfetter the irrepressible dint.

Coral Amulet

Glowing as cherry petals,
polished stone carves arc
               like half atoll
                                     or Molokini.

Pressed beneath:
dessicated silver wings
               of flying fish
               , now loosened in breeze,
               flutter, casting refractions.

Silverwings could be sewn, woven
               into shimmering suit.

I seek to toss the bright stone
               down from orbit
               threading atmosphere
               alighting upon a crest of ice,
                                       jeweled plain
                                      suffusing midnight sun.

If, from space, you toss a stone
               to Antarctica,
it will remain
               to the end of time.

Tim's on Millstream

It's a chewy little 'burb
         trammeled in patient lanes
         burbans in their gumboots
                                   black and pink

Me slurp cinnamon nutmeg grey draught
Me swipe aside crumbs,
       spare sesame seed
                 kiltering to tile.

Scant time to tarry.

Jubilee Courtyard

Splash ever sheet cascade
                hastening.

Twin sparrows investigate
                jet beyond catkins.
Cherry dollops poise
lillies congregate
arcs of ripple knit shimmer
                on skeeterless pond.
                The green the moist
                The pink reposed
                The grey air meandering
                past hospital wings.
                Cavern calling
                HVAC hum.

Bath Time

By dint of fulsome bother
      swapping de 3s and 7s
                      for 2s and 6s
                      in the offing,
                      still, a way's away.

Linger this lude.
Tarry in the time tank,
                      like olden.

      Soaking nostrils
      dipping ass crust in soft bath
      chewing sunshine that drips chin
      many molecules pound perifery.
      Pores loosed, leak miasma
      fluid fingers drum walled
                      pipe tube.

Why for?

      To dulge, flow, ponder,
                               wander, lapse,
                               meander,
      Another lost day.

Days of Rumpus

Fur tweezers
waxed mentum barreling to board.

The figures and the anguish
The scheming and the fervent
The stutter and the project
The dither and the bother
The whole kaboodle a-kilter,
                                     faltering, floundering
                                     impending arc of
                                     upturned catapault,
                                     lounging for gravity
                                     betwixt oops and
                                     shattered ceramic:

                 We go again.


                 Rounding ring,
                 groaning coils
                 trampoline spring
                 thrummed abandon,
                 tracing flounce —
                 gravity interrupt.


                 flip sky morrow.
                


                

After Week Words

Chewed, gulping, closed-eyed meat cavity
                                                  gobbling.
                    We world swallowers
                    teeth thrust forward
                                 bite soft thorns
                                 soaked in grey wet
                                 drained poodle
                                             tugging tail of drowned worm.

Oh February — sodden season
                    host of hunger ache
                                 hollow fog
                                 fallow moat
                                 brown down cat tails
                    traversed by eaters:
                                 beak mawed
                                 tooth jawed
                                 lip biters
                                 cud molars.

                    And all their shit
                    washed thin beige
                    by shower slurry.