there's only incomprehension--

as even a Word given

reads like alphabetical order.

to watch its letters burnt

down for poetry.

end to end, as words having

received Word--leap from

the windows of a blue castle.

which mean as they fall for.

a giant Paleolithic dog's

fossils lie hidden on a plane

of existence.

his massive tongue remains

pristine, slunk and slobbering

down at the jaw.

still dying to retrieve the hunt,

Stone the Age--his dispassionate

master.

god of thy god, a pet project, a

reverse text.

From the shade of
faceless remorse...
the words of the
ground are
enunciated.
To the tune of
stone relieving
weight, to the
rhythm of wind
pacing horizonal
hips.
Seeds swarm their
arch, as the sower's
head lowers...dancing
with the overall shape
of things.

hemmed in by rain,

umbrella's ferrule signals

this silent streak.

bolder than wheels on wet

black streets, mind and body

fall for one another.

flashing pins in drop, who

never register a top or bottom.

this again is spring, in the way

of this world, brought to the

surface to be put in phase for

another.

the street does not wait for

crossing, it'll be crossed--because I

believe there's somewhere I need

to be.

so do flowers.

So here's the mature
expression of a catch
flopping on deck.
Who could bear the
promise of more, from
where this one came?
Grin, multitudinous and
mawkish--an ungraspable
slick silver verse stuck to
puckering lips.
A face grown flat, by roles
played in common waves,
eyes placed for scanning
both sides of the sea.
You've even succeeded in
making Jesus seem fishy.

Who cooked the Good Book,

didn't the man upstairs know

about the man downstairs?

Being everywhere at once,

means having a hand in everything...

and when free come the will:

who, what, where, when, why

play dead?

There's even a place for
light to hide--
where the speed of its year
goes to stop seeing.
To sleep the silence of a
different kind of clarity.
The center of a record fixed
to a point of no return, as
was on eternal play.
Now playing the first as last
note, every song's ghost.
Perfect circles drained
through one another...
sentience chasing itself.
Highest high, lowest low--
experienced simultaneously,
then cut off at peak intensity.
A sound that sighs the passion
of extinction--a whole wholly
consumed.
To equal the nullification of
lesser and greater degrees.
The richest black ever unseen--
colored by what tried to get
out of G*d's sight.
Where angels fall, and stagger
off--having been strip-searched
by Truth...enough.

Having spake pishposh to

naked trees, booming baritone,

what once shrunk with cold

began to unscrew.

Lacquered limbs from hyperextensions

of daylight, a sensuous twiddle

caught fingers, they began combing

a tongue for hair.

Slipping the ***** of its unpronounceable

fever, Mount Parnassus pitched

heights, as an uncanny greenery loosed

the lips of poetry.

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.

The Wave saw itself
in the particle,
the Peak saw itself
in the valley.
Please...allow me to
hug them both: rationally/
irrationally.
All of you...dearly, at
once!!!

as the frames wound down,

singling and singling out...

becoming uncomfortable

with our dance--you began

to forget how to move with me.

losing your commitment to the

necessary motions.

~Thus~

i offer you a volatile twirl, readily

volunteering to be a bad dancer.

so our leave may be taken of one

another.