Sailors tie your knots oh
How form the dew-dead day
With yawns, fill with yards
How long we long to see.

Polyglot plow yank the pullies up,
Dumb-mouthed in them foaming
Naught and naught not,
Want is feral need.

Peach of preacher's pitcher
Dally down there mince one would away
Oh docimer and dale how the summer's sum
Would taste of eden milk and sap-spring age.

Diamonds polish
Hear me as I wake
And shakes of the eruption gape
Typhoon tongue all luck god made of colors.

Versailles sails on gleaming wave,
Wails sun licked flowers
Ford bread and bread plumb thigh
Feather bald mark the mist
And text is bound in spinning
Spun pink lipped
on promised the Fruitfold heart.

Ampersand revere on fast the raft
AMpersand and apple
Eve and illum.

Discard your tear,
For flair and fear
You are the one and one only.

Fine-finned tune and tossel
Soil green and brick red beach
Pennies cross
And churchyard grave
Good faith forever.

Heal and heath the number pallette
Appetite and berry-bled
Thick as theft
Godspeed your merry-go-round go.

If men were meant to walk on ice,
If all the sane sea were it would that were itself and ours again as always.




Ninth Element; Life binge part 1 Act 1 Verse 2:

The dancing underclothed, and piped
Salted butter and comb-boxed bine.
The dabble dream with sand and shore,
Scold those lavender farms.
Safe as soul, iron-reed,
Stripped stolen, with fast forward VHS eyes
Of sin of the sin's sink
And Belfast brine.

Ah, steal away their suns
With hot and heavy come
By spool and seal
The halls of milk
Insert your pewter
Jade bats and caught blood bleeding.

Ah, Byron on the bay theology
And march your Caesars
In the polyglot pine
With feast of friends and wanton war
The bomb-teared turn of time.


Unresumed the Ninth Element, return to return form.



And burst your fruits the pelican bask the shells in your throats
The swapped peppered sang the day away
With savage swim! savage and starving, burst forth from nature's breast kindly;
Double-down locked in his feeling chains.

Faire hill and shawl of sheet,
Princess Victorian homes sunny swam in my dream dozing.

Aye, hap-hap and lazy, tribe of tallows we clink our glasses looking smug,
Windows 98 in the hours of our breezes.

Upon the barre of harbor, how the fishermen flung their catch
And wheels fish fast dancing babies in the stalled steam.