winnowing grasses--
a workable blear of plotlines.
bore up your scalp--
segued with white noise.
the fine stitch of your
corpus callosum, threw down
ankle-length tresses.
black enough for night to take
asylum--
and spread ranging moonlight.
your return call to sourced sunlight.
wild as a phosphorescent
throat of kept peace.
nature's long sleep in simpatico with you,
drooled resin.
Persephone, that line you toe in
cavernous raiment... has brought
down the house
with your strange delectation.
pomegranate, your caesura--held
on to for dear death.
leathered by the singed petitions of last lights,
bloated with rosaries that seed new planes.
your walk abroad covers
enough ground to blow systematized
stars.
congregationless dimmer switches
of Hades.