***** hysteria
Limp along consonants
Ladder up the laughter
Falling down repairs
Disingenuous social party -
Razor thin grins and
Tightly-woven stares

Wave at the waste
Wavering gasps, the pain
Hip and wrists dissolving
Dance, their words in vain
A Princess-cut moon
An encrusted crown
Colors eyes blue
And I drown

****-tails

Slider, this
Cellular vestibule
Pink-yellow capillarium
**** sack, wretched thump sump
Stuffed with sauce and rind
“I was always meant to go”
He said on the way out of his mind
The *** Runner and his misbehaving
Alchemy, of blood stunted
By the soot of
Planetary catastrophe

Beans and melons
He sung
He rung
From strumming chords
The bar, our Lord
Gravel on chalkboard
Verse by Verse
Whetting the appetites
Of the universe
Candlelit darkness
Our first and last quilt
Wrap me drunkenly
And so my will

Neither a thought nor a child breaks loose
here, in the Elysium of the brain unbridled, blind, mute
and dreaming of nuclear landscapes.
Her careful walk cradled what was now his life,
the morning curdled with sand-whipped sunlight
and perfect whiskey sours
he devoured
as if Time’s rhythm relied upon them.

The undone bloodline of humans
Recycled gravity and howls
Battering obscurities
Reticulating vowels
Chimps and Teachers
Holy Spirit and Guns
Our slumping backs erode
And the sun is the sun

Let’s say the sun is yours, he said.  
What difference does it make?
Have another ****-tail.
And the sun scrubs what it creates

The oils and the ethers in little crystal bottles
both round and ovlong and colored yellow-red and dill  
They clink between her fingers as she peers
over the edge of the tripping little pill.

A million little poems explaining us from then to here

What but bells sound the universe
The toll of time unwrapping verse
The sentient smells of alit glory
The sun of man reveling Story
The card houses with clapboard feet
The candlelit favors indiscreet
The archangels, hair unfurled
The manors of war; the avenues curled

Lessons eyed blind the mind -
Shutter the daylight; leave the saints
Those freed from earth
Their voices faint
Adrift as the last boat
Sighing with the tides
Into the depths of midnight
We’ll glide, glide, glide