a relative hoist--

& a panning frame.

airport birds sparkling

thru wishbones.

there's an ensilvered

barracuda, seven miles

miles long.

rocking side to side,

beneath

Key West's bridge.

as if a fry, plastic-bagged

in a local pet shop.

verdigris water's teeth.

branches become

painfully naked,

right before they

reconsider dressing.

there's an almost lensed

concavity down to a

pore--that wriggles like

a stadium popping out

of its eye socket.

too much the witness,

bore.

the blast furnace

of a

carousel--

encrusts the burnt

umber of horses.

with the continual spray

of a crimson outline.

sound books

deluxe--between

bars, in  

hyper definitions

of air.

frigid enough to

carry a message.

(random observation).

a woodpecker's

vehement bidding,

opposite my window.

on a bough boasting

ole' Dutch planting--

registered,

like the groundwork of

a construction crew.

minus harsh notations.

it was an acoustical

instrumentation--that

demanded a private

audience.

a golden snail's shell

dithers the string

of its wound top.

as to leak out of that

mean.

with sensitivities

parallel to the sun

coming down with the flu.

feral fur

sprouts

from a steep.

as fangs

spark

against stones.

trying to drink

them.

brambles are

for the

zealotry of

limbs.

black berries

grown thick

with tuck.

rusty blood

shone--as a

whichway

face.

the sensation of

being observed--

while observing

no particular thing.

magnetic horse-shape

poles, laying & raising

up hair.

starlings watershed--

to part their

beaks.

desisting from

compositions of

great anonymity.

their singular obsession.

over Stratford-upon-Avon.

an overhead

flood

repositions

sandbags--

slack with

genuflecting

preparatory

notes.

water must move.

as winter cuts

eighth grade chorus

class--

snowflakes dangle

from strings.

doing the same.

balloons blow bubbles

from their reflecting

temples.

in all kinds of weather--

as children keep them

inflated.

swarming around

exospheres.

me proskynesis erchetai

o megalo kyma...

na svieni diavolos.

crimes can go very high--

their range is as explicit

as what's been put out.

on this plane.

Karma knows how to

handle a broom.