Rotting Bin

Rat's wheel - chewed through
         roundhouse of mould,
                             fruit flied.
                             De natured into
                                  rich chocolate sponges.
          Concentration of the ten
                                            thousand
                                            rotttings
                  pin drops of Chroma
                                       Magnetic
                                       Un leashments.

           Triggered up, poised in dank towering heaps
            crawling with microscopic
                                   roiling
                                   profusion, prolific.

Waits in hypoxic stench
           Moulders oozily.
                  Dripping brews
                                  Tea N Tea
                                  But with drenched
                                          fuse.

                   Wait yet. Bury the sunlight.
                     When
                                        Spring dawns,
                                             its leechy
                                             clay starved
                                                        berift,

            Then richen it. And scour out the nesting tub.

Large Ensembles Concert Part 3

A cruft of pine, wash'd
    in the river's spine
         upon it alight
             wings black and
                        orange
              becoming bright
                    midst seas of
                         brown,
                            roiling torrent
                     circling foam
                        and serpentine
                            eddy.

Sweet Caroline
       with your moon shine
               tequila
           and Savannah
     bows and melons
           ribbons, extravagant!

Large Ensembles Concert Part 2

Here beneath the sea,

         a slurping elephant

                  you will spy

             gliding like a shadow

                   a basket of cloaks

                   a calliope wagon

              turvey topped

                   wobble maced

              ponderouslywheezing 

                   stumbling across

                         tin parquet

                             so be woven

                    rugs of aluminium

On yonder, shake the buttons

     on play, on street

          the dance of porcupines

      still fall

          three long years of

                   cold ice melting

          hovering in.

                   only in an onion

                   crisp and sweet.

                            So neat.

Pony ride'em pony

         paint'em

                  indigo with 

                  carnations

         glitter on the clops.

Hammer bell, clear and silver

         clatter moss and timber

                  a hedge of buttercup

                            daunting

                            shivering

          pizza, factory the fizzy

                                 straw the 

                                 toad sundance

          Machino moonshine

                   gotta wigwam  gotta

                           Jonny Box

                   gotta vroom on.

Round the straw bales

       three grand rows of

             spice a broad

       rattle of the rails

             thunder on the plain

                    the heavy stones,

             vibrating, lifting up

           knocking spokes,

                 tumbling up

Large Ensembles Concert

          U     u      u          my heart
              blest with music
               mittens, trapezes
               schnitzel with noodles
                              don't feel so
                              every highway
                              you go streams
                                     of dreams
                              over swung by
                              swaying footbridge
                                     dream ropes
                                     dream river
                                     dream fall

In the white birch grove
     softly fall the tongues of
                    winter
     greenly glow the catkins

                   Lunge for troves
                               the bull, how he paws
                                             how he steams
                               how glints his brass ring
                                             restless on the sill.

                   Dutch crost mice from
                                       above
                              navagating a great
                                  rolling hamster wheel.
                                              through heav'n.

Polyphonal growling......................................

           Full groan, thrall'd even
                 bending sevens
                     plucking dawn
                         deep fade the
the                        grey lady
tides of                     upon a
spruce                         wrought iron
   and                               throne
flint                                     kept.

Boom Chocka lacka
Boom tip top
           tip top
      under the sea,
                freezer lockers
                chained and rusting
      swaying in tune with
                ink tides and chalk dust
                                           hills.

Handel's Messiah

Inequity exalted
                                          (trill lilt lilt lilt)
          and up flapping flip opening
                      Glory of the Lord
                      Reveal led to
                                        gether
                      the mouth the mouth
                                        sonorous

Shake shake the
           windshields
                                    eyelashes trembling
            span gold thin stains
                     clear spearshaft
                              sharpening sky
                      gilded, the children
                              waves of wheat
                              straws of floss
                              beat toward North
He shall                     the grey wind
fury he shall                    stoops them
fa fury fa
fine china
fine.

            The signs of heap
                   heath under moss
                             under sand.
            Thy woost
                   in threads
                   cities of tuna
                             behold!
                   raisins & marmalade
                   surround the ranch
                   Arise!  be hold!
                             Switzerland on a pony!

One more shore
        upon thee
                    by charms,
                    incantations
        routing passwords
                    granite alcoves
                                pristine in flight
                    drop down and
                                                  glow.

Unto us
         a sun given,
and Government upon his shoulders:
         Wonderful!

Strolling out the land
        velvet winged years
                   scatter shadows
        over the well
            long lines,
                   o'er my widow
                   a salted sea
                   a puff of brass.

*          *          ----------          *          *

Shore leave! Shore leave!
          Sheave glass from foam
                   and with these wraiths
                   sirens trolling, creeping
                   and 'neath his eyes:
                              sheathes
                              reticulated weeds
                                        like sheep
            We have turned,
                  a weed like sheep
                              gone, gone
                                                                        astray
                              wings of toad
                              we have time!
                               beehive turnip!

Amble road.
            all day all ways.
Sailing. The fit of night's
                     flat dim.
              In the livery, in the livery
                  three shots, mashed & dim.
                           Light. The hymn.
              by the fount,
                   we bathe in evening
              clense our
                   raiment of sorrow
              cut off our weights
                          unstricken
                          unswaddled
                          enraptured

Who eats the stream of glory?
                The king of hosts,
                the thing of story
                           staircasing
                           anonymous
                           his, a thing of glory.
                 These impossible beasts:
                 beauteous joists of peace.

Their sound is a vowel
          and their words are
                 true salve,
                        and of the Word.
          Far true: the visions -
          flight through the pigeons
                        like a potted vessel.

High arc,
          keys of tulip
          risen in hues of Chardonney
          sit, sigh, porous legado,
                         un-die, un-die
          sewn in Christ,
          all been made alive,
                          no twinkling thine eye,
                          unleash all the dregs:
                          We shall be changed!
                          We shall be changed!


                            Ah           men.

Blanket Junket

Deep mist, frozen feather lofting
          eye blank mind shroud
          overfilling every glimpse
          supersaturating light nerves

                            yet nowhere visible:
                            only dense scattering
                                                                     clear throughout.

Beyond gone:
   the canyons of artifice,
           hard and painful corners
           jutting thirstily
           carnal fiestas
           60 Hz crickets
           operatic waterspouts
           methane balls
           drunkard piss
           a stale clamour roars,
                      heaving acrid breath.

Supersize Me

50 Billion pores:
     unwind
50 billion central points
                 vast and spilling
                 eruptions of white
                 each brighter than one
                           thousand billion stars
coursing through with
      unkempt roar of
                     pure vibration

Blue heat
Red thunder
Clear fire

                     incinerating every