amalgamated June,
you've yet again been
taken up by the year
of your lord--
furrowed brow spread
fast to the skull,
glazed in contemplative
oils.
high noon drop down
of sun's cymbal...
clanging at the rim,
in gushes of sound.
all coming alive around
you, now square the peace of
minds that seek survival.
divvy it up, bury that
parsimonious fist, and
apportion the newborn
and seasoned alike!
assure all with that snappy
blue sheet you fly and
fan a blizzard of cottonwood
seeds with.
these keynote speakers of
silence you undo the land
with, as they touch all the
right and wrong places.
swelling a lubricious humidity,
a writhing--cut suddenly free.
quicksilver fish, lightning--
kindle-coal, ****.
in need of tempest's assistance--
June!