...there's...
report...
this heart...
firing-away...
as/for/at...
you...you...you!
prodigiously culpable
you...comparable to:
'the beauty in ugly'.

The sound of a barrel's bottom

scraped, drunk with unresponsive

depths, you can't go back--as much

as go forward.

Here means here.

So why did you weld a gold crown

to this skull, to fence what cannot

be committed to memory?

These ****** rills carrying along

loose change--off with heads, off

with tails!

Free a hangman's odds of appearing

out of thin air...letters trying

words, words trying meanings.

Their poem cleaning up well...

made up to be stared in the face.

cabin fever--

snowed out labyrinths

reconfiguring, think:

The Shining.

Santa's trailing laughter.

the orange arms of a

fireplace giving and receiving...

as one cozying up to themself.

with periodic cold drafts breathing

on deeds done.

that which secludes to find...

chestnuts roasting from within, smoke

offerings.

By bobbing heels, and stunted leap,
bright pride robustly breasted--carries
its voice to eloquently trace these
steady blows.
As the jagged breaks of love dance the
drunkenness of their surreptitious seas.
There's no catching what falls for flight, ill-contained
as if by space challenged...two fleshy fruits, thinned
at the veil, bare love's lovely little worms.

Non erasable, maligned
"sin"...light ****** by
the darkened contours
of a face.
Providence spotlit on
sight...sun...daily bread
rising.

a void can be felt akin to

a spherical ice sculpture,

suspended by space--but

where space cannot follow.

its surface teems with fly-like

suns, where apathy melts and

falls into blackened mouths.

that utter far more torturous

things than thirst, one being:

goodnight...with no relief.

an end as sight, seeing therefrom.

morning lay like totaled
freedom, wish i could sew
its breeze to my chest and
wear it as a name tag.
sleep was beyond the cost
of damages.
there's a week to work through,
and today is another day?
what is it to forget to blink,
in a bypass of mind, a trickle
of drool at the side of the mouth?
how optical can an illusion get
while in daily activity?
another glug of coffee fails to
enrich the details, the nervous
system blinkers.
the capacity for joy, is proportional
to that of sorrow...every weekend
forgoes that wisdom.
be it chock-full of crazy.
it's the only way.

I've seen water grow an accent spoken to me
in broken ground, as would have it downpour.
Children alighted footfalls in delirious splashes--
their shoelaces seemed to give way in a fine
flop.
A film hurled downward from the wisest cloud,
tracing the fissures spending Way.
Power lines sent their crosses in a stream of
charged black channeling voices.
A rampant discourse pulled itself toward a sun's
depravity...a sleek glint dazed the unmade face
of every seeming thing.
A flashing knot tore out of some exquisite depth
to confront...what seemed aslant because a mass
of clouds poured down.
A knot drummed by what set foot, to set off feet
that drag the rain...give it the character it could
never have otherwise.

city surf pulling through
the ears, cars breaking air.
eating this Joe down to me,
four walls blink back at the
breach of security.
creaky floorboards, fibrous
webs weighing dry saps
next door.
having to wear the reverberations
of their foot-filled minds.
leaky toilet lightly twitters...
eyes scan the corners of objects
in skips of beat.
the shadow of a bird flies across
the ribs of an antiquated radiator.

A liturgical darkness pains the

wriggling web of a praying star.

Hardwon quietude differentiates

obsolete centers to contrive the

offing.

Timeless hands go up in deflection,

as to abort the scene.

Whose spelling could not boast a

mouth synchronous with them.

The growth spurt of insult to injury

topples a bucket of well water

down the throat.

Alas, at morning...alert me to my

stable, that I may act in accordance.

By pre-birthright, perfect

release into this perceptual

douse.

Get well flower fires

in hissy showers

of welcome.

Long hauling short, open

eyes underwater.

Here comes the world,

unlike any other.

crows shed the most

finely tailored leather

coats in an infrequent

flap.

so their eyes may overturn.

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~