led lights glaze

thru their city's fixity.

Ganesha's tree trunk

flexing a limb, rarified

birds leaking out of:

feather/color/paradiso.

a light going out with its

pinprick.

the fell hose of a gale,

Ganesha's trunk spraying

at Shiva.

strips of bark--overrunning

persistent droplets at

their side.

while set for a dry hanging.
'

the grand inquisitor

of magick--leaves no

trace of stardust in its

pockets.

to say bagged particulates,

is an understatement.

freed to backhand speeds

of light.

imagine receiving a

summons from what's

wide of open.

while finding yourself

locking eyes with a

complete stranger.

a black marker ricochets

in a box.

signifying.

uncapped to the noxious

sweet of vandalism.

an outdated television...

a still of watching.

a split screen triptych

drafted to a finish.

on sight.

an attic box, sniffing a

roof.

as distance evacuates

to the press of trees...

we have a fly's wing

caught in resin.

in turn naked--to the

observable eye.

quickly veiled by the

coming etymology of

green.