coughing fits of dust are kicked up

by a giant--wearing great sunken cities

at the swells of his bare feet.

oceanic puddles splashing over every stride.

he reaches down to secure Noah's Arc

between his right thumb & pointer finger, as

if it came out of a ******* Jack box.

all the couplings of his animalia reinforcing

his totemic Tower of Babel.

with ant colonies of men working on molten

scaffolds of gold.

the building blocks of his washover being--

cast him out, of where?

with ineffable dramaturgies.

whose performances were witnessed by him

in such a way--that he became an unseeable

morsel placed in his own mouth.

with the taste of no kind of food, to consume

the height he was no longer aware of.

a capped lens' burst mode--in

Parisian catacombs.

Beksinski's monolithic chiseling

with the feather of Maat.

airbrushed putrefaction, whose

spray recondenses fog--to harden the

elevation of stripped faces.

medieval hillsides of conflating greenery,

cryptified human stage work to avoid being

burned at the stake.

the rattle tattle of bones banging away on a

silent bell.

ensuring the lip of its upside down cup can recoat

further wanderings--or leave be.

there's no shramming spleen to rail

against, come the winter solstice.

hotbeds of vampires stretch out to

make snow angels.

light deprivation projects its own creature

features.

received with the most lone & enthusiastic

review.

the doubleback of dark pressed against windows--

not far to meet any emergence from sleep.

uncut prolongations, tar-skipping streets throwing

off characterizations of litter.

unnerving the foot traffic of extras

spreading cabin fever.

the directorial debut of the 21st.

the squelch of the Maenads' feet

danced grass into mud.

their murderous waters breaking--

carrying Orpheus' head in their bellies.

their glazed masks of perspiration became

stuck to weedy tresses of hair--loose as the

plucked strings of Orpheus' lyre.

their droplets of sweat premixed with blood.

Dionysus obliterating memories of irreversible

inebriation between his teeth--grape clusters

downing his chin like a handfed babe.

Orpheus' harmonic Sparagmos--where the

eidolon of every G*d reverberates an uppermost

image.

as Orpheus' head meandered, crashed & tumbled

thru the River Hebros--his lyre stayed by this throat.

playing dismemberment.

the goat song of tragedy.

undercurrents of Hades saturating Hebros with the

narrowest name of water--leading out to...

the periodic table of gods--

is elementally overturned.

as their accretions leave the

columns of the Parthenon

betwixt.

so the semantics of myth &

legend can copulate in peace.

with tinctures of chaos spasmodically

preconceiving release~

projection screens rumple,

like trans-seasonal auditoriums

exiting single file.

whereon

the taxidermy of leaves--watercolor

daubs in a children's book, whose

pages are yellowing.

half-torn dogears, peaking off with a

turn of story.

think the smuggery of branches giving

directions--until they snap.

as highborn winters gather to look down

on a piece of haggard surety.

as earths tone traceries...

veined with dishevelment of leaves.

as the backdraft of a dragon's breath

melts snowflakes on its tongues.

a nor' easter sways a whole-heavy

tree across grounds that dance

away.

so the plods of its rings can see to

underground thunder.

its Tsavorite registers in a buck's

eyes--having stomped prior &

during the tree's honorific sleep.

from crown to trunk it scrapes

its antlers along it.

shedding them in the thick of

woodland chandeliers blown out.

within cavelike craggles, prone &

crownless the buck mingles limbs--

for a while.

far earlier to rise & move on.

every seabed was

a seashore,

silver garlands flaring

gills at clouds so

contortive tails could

interbalance.

the tide of wet spines.

pisces momentums.

for the most figurative

swim.

(craggy scowl)

come again!!!

Florestan's pithy down

the gullet of a dungeon.

cohabitation of echoes,

already taken in.

flesh made of their pliant

ghosts.

wie dunkel es hier ist.

notata van Beethoven--

rewrite of Fidelio.

naysay of no sound

entering.

you who know of me,

& approach by virtue

of a circle--for communicatory

purposes.

write it down, so music will

eventually leap off the page.

the dark room genus

of a flower developes....

within planes of

vases.

whose stems unearth

a shattering too fine

for the boundaries of

a photo.

so a dark room may be

the genus of another

flower--all together.

a compendium of

extinction.

blooming.

an albino monkey

clanging cymbals--

dies a Duracell death.

with two cymbals

resting in a discus prayer.

repetitional rays of sound

creating an island of toys

on a first born sun.

eleven air dry white sheets

furl against another eleven

air dry white sheets.

Handheld invariance of wind.

so the wide of their field can go

without clotheslines.

whatever unfurls...sends through

weightless stone-bearers.

their palms making their way through

those white sheets.

the viscera of streetlights stretch

the imagination of the same illumination.

overhung to recast a planetary surface

spun to its recognizable--yet altered locale.

bizarre morphs...too sudden for even change

in a single glance, recon at the recesses of mind.

left just enough to decipher the odd ends that

wear a warped resemblance--for the queasiness

of a dimensional shift.

as if masterminded cue cards whose images

become symbolic interludes.

with fuller and fuller decks held up to be

whispered.

if a sliver of such is caught in a frame--

the purgatory of incomprehension rushes

in.

backwater Ophelias

clamp down on flinting

ice.

her first blanched splash

floats the many more

of her.

foresworn shockproof

flowers blush her head,

as they do her toe.

bitter murk cross-eyed...

following along.

still.

crows shed the most

finely tailored leather

coats in an infrequent

flap.

so their eyes may overturn.

an unclassified angel

dreams of wake-up...

just to uphold a sledgehammer

of clouds.

she couples with that sound,

to sing aloud.

in twune.

without a sound check.

a black stallion trades

runs with a zebra.

neck to neck outcoming

growth.

along verisimilitudes

of seas that whet an

Ocean's appetite under

their hooves.

there's a whiteout

owl releasing respiration

on a shrinking window.

so it's wingspan can

overspread.

seminal stars in its

digestive system.

water moves despite

clarity--so it cuts

snowflakes that rise

and fall without dissolving

form.

singing bowls are Self-struck

before they leave every

dust mote to water.

Kali's head is encaged

by a skull with the

rotting matter of

takeaway of brains.

as Shiva combs the

flies out of her hair.

a penultimate labor,

to pain with her.

insurmountable poems

lie as scarred breastplates

on a fateful hilltop.

spryly gleaming--when

hit by decisive light.

viscera of ochre.

if purple was

an anatomical exposition--

a blade would meet

its two sides.

so a Rose could retain

its blood.

it gratefully has.

sap has to sway in

stiff wands to meet

a white beyond weather.

as high towers well

pitless raindrops.

to satisfy the most private

thirsts.

way greener goes a pasture

for a newborn black sheep

laying there for a belly rub.

a comet goldfish

left to the orange

imagination of its own

measurement.

turning water into

wind--lithely segwaying

around a mountainess

jade Buddha.

stuffed with laughter.

shadows sway in

column form--as

a welled up bird blows

its voice.

her shoulders roll...

with that voice, broad.

sojourn--knot to knot,

tied.

strongly.

bedeviled ratios succumbing

to the nausea of a grasp.

a red moon crusts on a right

hand--pulled from blankets

that shift into folds.

spread cleaner than the Face

of these.

all the matter kept, a

tutelage of flocking

black birds closing their

schoolbook.

a soundless penmanship

of two withheld bodies.

words are very difficult

when they come alive in

proximity.

serpents trade bedsides

in deep sleep.

their waking eight coincides with

the slowest fathom--dousing the

legend of a heart.

it's so strange when it follows you

around.

a pumpkin's seedless jigsaw

grin, flush with dead centers.

bearing the mind of a votive candle's

puddled wax, secretive globules.

posing as if for

retro mall photography--whose

backdrop's bruising mesh is

worked-in.

similar to a penitent scrubbing

away nightly stains--with nubs

where hands were.

as streets sleepwalk in reverse,

there's a sensation of standing

backward on an upward escalator.

nothing gives, because it doesn't

want to--night won't let go.

the wind picks up & finds a thorn

whistling at your side.

there's home to get to, where you

wish the lights were on when you

look up.

the windows remain dark.

an eighteen note vantablack

Victorian music box

welled up from the rings of

a tree stump.

far afield.

a little girl's hand reached

out & wound it.

to dissever music from rain--

where she withdrew into

the sheets that came down.

feeling through her throat...

a lifelong mute made in a

moment.

the eighteenth note coming

to rest.

somewhere it was written

across night--which's the very

same night that appears at the

end of day.

which's the very same day that

has always contained night.

whereon day will be driven out,

there will be no portent of this

banishment--just what is written

across night.

day forced to perpetually read

what it can not reveal.

Shofar wedged back into the idle

skull of an antelope.

an Alpha roar is lifted

& dropped down on this wilderness

once.

as the predation of aloneness

disperses.

its raw throat rations the meal

of a first ****--with no one but Self...

because something died when born.

as every re attached to that born,

feeds Omega.

listening ears forage for pendant

tongues--almost too stingy for

salts of sight, riding a pale horse

of touch.

careening off a cliff where that

pale horse's hooves will timeout

its neigh--digging down at the

porridge of a moonlit clearing.

as trees rebound from their clan--

to close in on the phenomenon of

descent.

root by root, only to look up again.

endowed.

a raven lays prone before

a remote tree line--flapping

its wings & kicking its feet

like old clay animation.

taught as thirteen black

leather hides passing as the

sky above.

it came up from the earth to

furiously swim across the

ground.

having become the splintered

dolor of shadow--a sun's

standstill, its one off solidities

of self-reflection.

held to secondariness.