The Furies
break the rain's fall,
for a drink to spring.
opening wide with
predatory accuracy.
hungering more than
hungering things.
to blush their pallid
cheeks, with a hint of
life.
this go round, of this
elemental ploy--gathered
thus.
as above ground, blades
of grass may be bent,
certain with intent.
the vengeance of direction,
nonplussed by deed done.
a harrying net thrown upon
worms parading as flowers.
the close quarters of winter's
spring breeds both ways.
the napes of flowers bristle.

always with what's at stake--

as off with rivers shorn by

final intensities.

feast of floods, registrar of

inexhaustible oceans, situate

these!

by all blood and its letting--

a rich relational stain that

will never wash off.

till it does.

rubbery stretch of
imagination,
color: teal blue.
a head of helium.
convex face interspersed
with a thumb-size patch
of ice (the sun).
teal blue sight, sees
lavender grey clouds.
aqua blue sky sees a
gorgeous accent, to the
inevitable ceiling of its
height.
blindingly smooth slides,
and drifts--humoring the
wind to stifled whistles.
then the slow deflation,
the sky's naming process--
a letter at a time.
the ground's map promising
the burden of objectified
detail more and more.
till a teal blue balloon
got stuck to the antler
of a seasoned oak tree.
clumsily waving its full
name in a breeze.
incessantly asking:
what's in a name?
the little boy who let
me go, had one too.
what's in a name?

time can be seen
out of sorts--
in a motioning
image a step
behind its light.
a man made
of lightning,
backfiring strong
points of a
thunderous
sensorium.
profusions of
present tenacity--
pursuant echoes
of perfection.
lost in the nick
of time.

a poem is
a waist length
strand of hair--
split down the
middle by a
razor.
then mended
as though
its inviolate
thin of--
not
further
thinned
in the
thick of.
to shed
a line.
delicate as
ever, spare
as after.

the goddess opens

her arms...

a Mother's

many givings.

drafting handfuls.

here, here, here--

(nadis)

orthogonal lines.

three dimensional

mainlines to mercy.

with

love deeper than a

vanishing point.

Lot's kiss--
sea's hence,
enjambment of lips.
pursed
slugs withering at
the dose of salt.
composure's small
gathering.
slowly winding
around her port,
brittle bones shaking
a height crying gull.
she's playing glass
piano keys violently--
splintered refractions
stuck to the meat-clumps
of flowers.
catalytic spring secreting
fainting sweats, near
beauty blackout.
collapsing on a park bench.
bag pipes, town bell's top of the hour,
territorial squawking of geese,
metronomic coos of turtle doves.
Harmonize.