A brief visit in space

Startling abrptness

Of the question

Presented me with a proof

That I was about to enter

Upon a strong impulse

Of the secret of words

Like the dance off the magpies

Or the melting of ice upon warm touch

Amidst gray garlic skies

Swells a deafening despair

It laments the death of yesterday

And in its ineffable grief

Appears as a drop, yes a drop

It is green and resembles

A soft wind blown thus among clouds

By the ordinance of chance

Across black boulevards

And here the legendary

Taste of ashes fills the air

Where a single breath disperses

Galactic calculations through green glaciated lips

You lead me to insanity

As such as I go towards the doors of Bedlam

It is with a happy heart

For to me you are all the charm of invited places

Who sees us, yes sees us

Trembling in our rages

Knows of fatal qualities

Who with the perfection of form

Allows us to follow your visions

of improbable desertions

Towards words on an empty page

With emmence calculations of emulation

Enables  our pale impatience

Whose claims those choirs of impotance

Forge creative impulses with infernal probity

That calls for the application of oppoerunity

Like you, whose arrival of always

Will be everywhere

The lament of maremaids seldom heard

No more need to listen or to call

This is it

Living like a stone in a locked room

...and all the sea did call a name...a name that no one heard...it floated on the breeze.....on tips of waves...but it was just a word....drowning....drowning in the midst of swell..... spiraling as its heard...no one recalls just what it was...cause it was just a word........

Swallowed all the music pills

From the three penny opera store

The words gathered in my mouth

Were out of shape as I tried to talk to the moon

There was cheap beer but I couldn’t find it

All I got was a lottery ticket for a coffin lid

And the night alone listented, listented

To all these misshapened forms, these words

These words, these words gathered in my mouth

Photos in birch bark frames

Cinnamon scented candles

My first thesaurus

Tin soldiers made of chocolate

A jar of cheap face cream

The mad king and the Doctor

And a beleaguered embodiment

Of crawling chronicled chaos