Under the Sky
    with the Moon hung
        light Gold
            and
        Silver.
My nature hung
    Free -
Dancing down the
    Avenues
        with Glee -
The Strangers i've Seen
    with misty eyes red
        Gleaming -
In the Night
    past the Wreathes
            where the Birds nestle in
                their
                    Nests.
Strangers walking aglow dandy & grey
Avenues stretched endlessly
Mannequins, street lights,
    all tranquil:
        waving
    You
By.

Under the Bridge, along the Promenade: we
walked with words trickling through our
waxy lips. Where the Seafront was all silk.
Where the Waxwings, sealed wax tips,
lumbered about the Empyrean yonder:
splayed upon a Canvas
of Sapphire and Azure.
Before the Starry Night has come.
Before we reached the Shore only to
Digress.
    "Liebe verleiht Flügel,"
I heard, or read in a Book.
The Streets are crimson rust;
The Spectators in Sanitariums watched
drab passersby. They shambled and
coughed admixt the crowded room, only
to find the Peristyle vacant and dead.
A Mantic Women, cards of dread,
stands on the corner; our
eyes catched, and She speaks:
    "Wo bist du?"
        "Wo bist du?"
            Louder and fists shaking:
    "Wo bist du?"
The buildings doddered, filled with
Cuscuta.
In Montauk, where we met, now withered,
covered in snow, I stood - my comportment
unsteady. Flashing in the distance I see
Point Light - Captain Kidd musing with his
Money Ponds - an Angel guiding wonderous
blights - The Recognitions, blimey,
Mr. Gaddis has gone blind - The Faustian
apotheosis abound -
The Streets are crimson rust
filled with dread.
Smelling of Jack-by-the-hedge -
I'm walking...
Noctivagant aura permeates -
Mich.

Luscious lemons in your silky hair waving as you saunter down the gilted avenue. From my seat, all buckling unsturdy, your redlovely lips upon pearl face gaze my way. The old women on wooden tables kneading their Orecchiette with daughters all drawn and hasty. Brahmana passing by in tight little groups. Proverbs whispered from sealed lips. The Sun near the Gondolas passing en plein air. Pigeons splayed upon the etherized Sky all-atwitter with thought. And I see you passing through the marketsquare: afire with meadowsweet dress. The violins quivering a crescendo of Baroque notes as you turn a sorrowful glance, but, alas, it's lost in the crowd.

slumberous thoroughfare
panning by--
the

weather
boldn
dry--

the day languorous
all
forgotten--

passing the
pawpaw
denude

of
fruit--    
&

bluebells
blemished
by
    
winters barren
lossless
brew
    
see the
passage--      

a few
steps--        
through

palisade
unlatched--            
eyes

reticent in
windows--

watching
pass

Basilgreen tattered Weeds
Thatched --
They lay
Cluttered --
Upon the madding Floor;
Cloaked in Laurel
Where -- Once --
Sweetbriers
Flourished below the
Jacinth Nests --

the Sun shimmering, setting, slightest pink glimpses
past trees with phosphorus glows, and
ballasts yawning and workers heavehoing.
She sets yonder--ooh my freckled darling--with solar tick-tocking
beasts and worms emerge & clatter:
strewn upon streets sempiternal.

A chirrup beneath my
window syll
"Chirrupchirrup."
            
A Pipit goes. Café au lait
plumage quavering in dew
and wind.
        
Splayed on syll sublime
his songs he
sings.
            
My ears, freshwoken, hear
tender crescendo and I
arise

and start the
day.