the siren rests
on top of this/
plump sphere

once leaped gleaming globules
thrice kept accountable & aye
left without a couplet.

lizards have been had/
lost in a rush;
palpitative mess
with feet
drenched in leaving,
kept in binding.

dark as sirens
muffled, once or twice

washed up on the shore
with peckish reptiles,
and escape was
an escape, to scurry
was reasonable

through the blue
and green fields of
demeanor

innovation seldom left
piles, mountains off the coast.

miniatures kept
appearing on the floor

under
sole pressure
a soft warmth pools
between fickle toes.

articulated through white noise.
nullified; given any other chance,
opportune or otherwise.
a chance to decompose within
brick and mortals,
sin and cynics.

artifice curves dimensions
also, artifice.

glued to the seat by
mercurial dispositions,
forced conformist
with numb hands.

and in order;
to stop giving a ****
in order;
to put things in order.

through force from denial
we walk among death,
perusing theories taken
from whence time hath not
the slightest chance to have kept.

and left the living corpse
seated, inconvenienced,
fleeting within thoughts
to stay away.

sights predict the flood
when socks stay on
and feet come off the floor
the searchlight falls upon
ringed fingers, but it
only seems to linger

likely light fallen
often blinds men
who feel ignored through
lack of sensory experience

…at the end of it all,
dragging lines
slow as gastropods,

every step
counts for two.

time encounters
large enough rifts
to swallow the whale

and seconds return
like ghosts.