hecklers occur...

during a live poetry

reading.

as it's put down.

amplitude's broadsides--

lined.

reportage of faces, peppering

porousness.

popping out of ziploc bags--

with the refractions of a

magnifying glass.

shaking off the feathers of a

crow.

free diving on emulsified

leaves.

whose skeletal remains

live up to the legend of

other Crows.

Vermeer tried to

capture, an exorbitant

pearl.

rounding off a grain

of salt.

noble efforts churn.

parousia pickles

dragons.

their lithness can

thrive in that

storage.

windows niche--

their constance.

pinches of light,

lowering heads.

hyper reflections,

indisposed at the

moment.

though--

should you be

met by a ******,

whose windows niche.

with their constance...

expecting you.

you will be accounted for.

warmly.

it's best to

know a country

boy.

between clicks.

before cities spur.

vice versa's feral

cat goes about.

using the wall-to-wall

layout of this neighborhood,

to her advantage.

dragging the voice of a

medieval hag in heat.

around.

she surpasses her own

startle.

by how she registers.

there's a tree stump--

bagging water.

i mean, over accounting

for rings.

as rain comes down.

wrought bark.

behaving in roots...

thought of often.

the spillage

of whispers...

the fragranse

of

a dismembered

mote.

attending ecclesia.

begetting--dreamt.

sluiced  silhouettes

running for cover.

in the throat of a

psalter~

the ovalesque necks

of a swan--

profile.

towel mop...rinse.

an up-pour of salt.

from water.

a wolf unwrapping

auger shadows--hits a

patch of black ice.

as only a crossroad

loses traction--surrounded

by corn.

then certain scarecrows

hit growth charts of fear.

well above the treetops of

backwoods.

hailing the intruder.

black lip liner

applied by a rose's

flip mirror.

precise enough to

look away--as it

becomes a globe.

puckering smudge

marks on certain

creases.

all rights reserved...

"Beau Is Afraid".

Ari Aster's idiosyncratic

interpolation,

of: "Hereditary".

writer/filmmaker.

who spoke of its gestational

period (in an interview).

ninth to the month.

immuring a pop up watchtower.

unbricking shapely shadows,

that refuse to puzzle over

the downtime of words.

there's a *****...

on either

pointer finger.

the weight of

worlds

are

pre chosen.

splaying exactions.

on a single tile.

the crackle of blackbirds...

between raindrops,

endowing snow.

the final quarter of a drawn

curtain.

snow  throws down

a blanket.

overaccumulation.

supping stars on

an upside down

cone.

apologies come in

advance of

movements.

narrows of traits,

waving off silencio~

snakes always

make out.

two almonds limp

with kiss.

adapting crevices.

expository colorations.

jamberry's bleach--

needing space.

imagining the need

of space.

Ahab festoons the Atlantic--

with scratch off chartings.

manning the privatude of a

deck, filled with men & the

tonnage of whale diet.

auspices of oil lamps.

open as water to wind...

Moby's reflective girth.

white with disidentification.

there's a hall of mirrors,

that shard configurations of:

Picasso's: '''Mademoiselle".

unstruck poses, pelted by

an apple seed--banging

against glass.

until reframed...unofficially.

ego wears wicks,

there's no passay.

flames only want

to comb thru the

knots of trees.

moths have mastered

peripheralities.

in a monsoon, heralding

the blackout of a snowflake.

crippled on a leaf, mulching

symmetries of soil.

nightmares purport--a

****** furnace, or the face

lift of beauty sleep.

Wes Craven's optometry.

cast Freddy Krueger,

whose red/green sweater's

color schema, is said to be

the hardest to assimilate.

leathery exo-glove.

metallic nails...manicured

with taunting scratches.

Que sera, sera...

omissions of Alpha--

ala omega.

omissions of Omega--

ala alpha.

accede...to,

the sales pitch of a City--

whistling corners.

cut--as if bereft of wind.

funneling a Minotaur's

racket.

Tetra's grey zone seizure.

genius overpopulates

caves.

senile gusts forced to shampoo

elitist scalps, left frothy-thick.

with no beany.

the grand tour of a capstone--

tired of wearing a dunce cap.

consulting its baseline.

in print.

homeless insulation.

out of the beak of

a ****, Peter denied

Christ.

crowing triality.

his beard whitened.

a messy paint job.

he kept frequenting an

open air

bizarre .

of sideways--reaching

down for something.

then looking straight up.

transfixed.

as news spread.

the vertigo of dwarves--

seven bites into a snowy

apple.

caramelizing dusk.

a full viewing.

her overslept perfection.

her eyelashes flaking off

tremorous go betweens.

her cheeks, rash & unapplied

blush--what's soup to winter.

or what feigns the circulature  

of a latter stir.

a harlequin bit by capers--

& black diamonds, crushed

within doings of powder.

plunges his face into a

Matissean blue fountain.

which's cut out at the rim--

as coral orange koi fish

scissor its spout.

where the harlequin comes

up for air--peeking thru his

digits.

at an underground club's

coat check--a crow's ticket,

stubs a raven's number.

a raven's ticket, then stubs

a crow's number.

their coatrack boasts avian

extinction.

Jeanne Hebuterne's neck rings

released the lump in her throat.

which assumed its shape--but

did not veer off from the width

of her shoulders.

the almond milk bath of her face--

only came up for air, as she sat.

omissions of blue made eye contact--

as Jeanne's eyes made Modigliani's

paintbrush into a walking stick.

etch a sketch digeridoo--

a window's belly button blown

out.

umbilical skyviews of an

embroidered

desert scarf--transfusing its frozen

blood bank.

there's still a cloud with a serpent's

belly--shining down & covering up.

with a handheld mirror over bitter

water--that at first glance preserves

the baby fat of greenery.

blackbird murmuration peppers that

salt...to float as hover, pejoratives

of flying.

their telepathy mutes static barriers,

with volume left on

to the maximum dictates of wingless

flight--which  pass over pattern.

to beat that bitter water over their

backs, between their wings.

it's when water drinks--it's when

Her Voice hurls forward the arrestive

sounds of a beak drinking murmuration.

when wind pops the ears

of water, a deep listening

breaks open a rain too

steady for mouths.

hail rubbing off on sleet--

then snow flaming upwards

on its escape ropes.

clear to top down respects,

paid to trees moved longhand.

there's a lycanthrope

with broken silver cords

attached to it.

leaping over a dropped jaw--

that has eaten out of draggy

dream sequences.

wearing the moon's doppelganger,

as noise canceling headphones.

to hear a packed howl, whose

lead is followed.

a shore is pushed back--

into its raring cutoff.

its lungy dunes, flounder

on their relative sides.

castle walls keeled even.

fishtailed, as glassy calms--

sparkling with the tidal floods

they down.

--do ripples betray oceanic age?

no.

a flower girl that suddenly tears

out a beach umbrella--does.

she whirls it till a beatdown desert,

throws off its color scheme.

there, there are people--which notice:

sand-sea-sky...become divorcees of

Blue.

she has a dance-off

with a shadow, while

sitting this one out.

an antiquarian bookdealer,

upwardly sleeves--Cheshire Cat's

feral litter.

as the front door bell tinkles,

(comparative to an upside down,

apple: Blow Pop).

its soundwaves release the litter,

from the elbow patches of the

proprietor's suit jacket.

its corduroy, thoroughly marked

with their epithets.

as they treat occasional pages as

glue traps--from which they must

release mice from.

please understand--bibliophile by

definition.

where the polite browsing of book

spines--become the agilism of

overattentive readership.

silvery claw marks

on a sixth-plate daguerreotype,

in a foresting chamber study.

a grandfather clock holding its

hands up to its pendulating face--

after an oil lamp is trimmed.

as that daguerreotype's, daguerreotype  

is torn to the size of letters, cannibalized

by The Word/the word/words...

made fleshless, a handwriting

analysis

examined by tactically glowing

horns.

snow is the choral arrangement

of soil--the breadbasket of

harmonium.

dispersed as pistils in every

grain of soil.

the profile of a woman in labor--

leaving her face on both sides of

a hospital pillow.

a twig's weighted sixfold bob,

a cardinal's seventh alighting.

dusting a spire of snow.

there's a black bar glister--

that strikes between the

flippant poles, of this steady

rate of rain.

while bone dry with a rain that

has letup its old footage, a present

nonevent.

an encinctured iris shot.

a metropolis' occulted pedestrians--

produce photographic negatives,

between their: A to B.

densified luminaries aping the nosiness

of the smallest village, with supposed

anonymity.

from oversaturated death stares, to the

preternatural speed reads of body language.

where that other is still a dwarf of distance.

foggy wavelets of Bernini's

marble cloth, drape over an LED

street light's pyramidion.

whose diffuse base softens its

street level aftermath.

foreshortened--

charcoal stick tree limbs, drafted

to their particular & conclusive

outreaches.

protruding through artificial light--

as if by the overworked frictious

of fingertips.

scrooge's candy cane takes

another adaptational lick.

whose twining red has gone

thru the thinnest sugary white.

supporting the weight of three

unseen visitations, where he's

the reigning host of a fourth

dimensional mime.

his right hand waving down a

glunch, then waving up a smile.

an unsharpened no.2 pencil--with a

half-chewed pink head, nary scalp itch.

pencils up...five minutes in, fifteen questions

of cardinal truth.

examination--subject: nondescript, grade:

nondescript, ambiguity: satisfactory.

pupil slowly drags his chair backward--after

holding both hands up for permission.

the wooden board soring his ***, remains studded

underneath, with undetected gum-chewing.

he walks to the front of the classroom, & places his

no.2 pencil in a manual pencil sharpener.

working it like a meat grinder, in this superimposition

of silence.

his teacher then excuses herself from a potpourri of

free ranging doodoo.

in a hail of reprimands--her pupil is banished back

to his test sheet.

where the excess of cleaning agents applied by the

school's custodian, probe his sense of smell made

vulnerable.

enter the metallic smell of blood.

as he undergoes a fountainous nosebleed--grabbing

the blank test sheet, to thwart the gush.

on sight...his teacher isn't sure whether to send him

to the principle, or the nurse.

Mephistopheles sticks out his throaty

tongue--to sample the lineaments of

an artist's brushstrokes.

his overactive salivatory glands leak

down from the finishing touch--an

artist prematurely committed.

standing in the way of what the artist

knew would become a whole other

painting--with the possibility of a

non premature finish.

the conjuration progresses--art provenance.

hanging in a place of honor, someone's

home--a matter of acquisitional record.

the very spot of their chosen wall, feng shui.

with no visiting hours imposed, the obsessive

collector is slobbered on by the barter of that

brushstroke.

so the painting is lent to a museum--where its

viewers find themselves in front of other paintings.

though viewing the same one.

by sheer force of attraction, they all end up

in front of that painting again.

as if the museum emptied out in a single

viewpoint.

brushstroke.

the sandy smoke of the

moon, explodes with waves

that rose above dark water.

spreading the ruffled shells

of Japanese fans.

fluttering the nucleic pearls

of her crystal *****.

I read me, she shows.