about the blade--

continually fished out,

lying limply in the

hand when out of its

element.

taking an unsuspecting

stab at breath, there's

so much of so much in

there, how not?

as what kills prefaces

what's worth killing for...

all that gluey light stiffening

with a count that's lost.

to be a good human being,

is an excruciating simplicity--

few make look easy.

though rather doggedly...

these eyes dole out their

encouragement: just try, just

give it a try.

then watch the feet move.

as air browned

a broken apple,

the sound that

opened it replayed

across a tongue.

an itinerant dust

was tasted, unable

to betray a word.

as from whence, as

to hence--what

cannot be bridged

as it passes between

things.

lest you plot the

coordinates of religious

experience.

amalgamated June,
you've yet again been
taken up by the year
of your lord--
furrowed brow spread
fast to the skull,
glazed in contemplative
oils.
high noon drop down
of sun's cymbal...
clanging at the rim,
in gushes of sound.
all coming alive around
you, now square the peace of
minds that seek survival.
divvy it up, bury that
parsimonious fist, and
apportion the newborn
and seasoned alike!
assure all with that snappy
blue sheet you fly and
fan a blizzard of cottonwood
seeds with.
these keynote speakers of
silence you undo the land
with, as they touch all the
right and wrong places.
swelling a lubricious humidity,
a writhing--cut suddenly free.
quicksilver fish, lightning--
kindle-coal, ****.
in need of tempest's assistance--
June!

night has you Juliet,

unmoored your eye beams--

rose to its feet as you

took to a balcony.

love at the speed of poetry--

how stars cross themselves.

second guessing a portent

chill, you shook off that silly

girl and starved Romeo-ward.

spilling your face over the balcony,

moonstruck to camera flashes as

Romeo played across the garden.

fate twisting ghoulishly to couple

these kids, sighed an antique sigh--

though greener than ever.

there's no

future participle

in the English language--

only the prerequisite

of a past participle,

and the requisite

present participle.

from which to draw,

draw to which from--

as if a question's

settling score.

a bell curve rising

to tower over experience.

surely capable to see,

as incorporate a future

participle.

dear poet.

the brain still shows activity

seven to ten minutes after death--

(places taken).

sea-spanning fires, burning wet

particulates setting into a cloudy

mask.

entrata...

masquerade *****,

the conjoinment

of dreamers dancing a

greater body--a galaxy?

only the finest masqueraders may

skirt its center.

till a purposeful misstep,

affords another galaxy.

or not.

the Japanese have

no word for no--

is it the courtesy

of holding a seat

for death?

perhaps a newspaper,

an article of clothing,

sunglasses, a cigarette

lighter.

left in place.

you get the point.

leaving enough

room for interpretation.

where a curt reply

is exhausted by a panoply

of subtle implications.

guiding the path

of least resistance.

no?