What dreams here untested by
Ganymede, circling; apprised
Judas, freckled skin;  the cries
Reconstructing childhood
From the tides
Ferris wheel
The skeleton of a pier
I am 13, 27; I am forty four
Alive

The Jesuit and
A party as clean as the afterlife
And no people
Just new music
Ritalin rain, tulip petals
Imagine they discover imagination on
The far side of words
All faces become familiar
Tenants of our Temple

The sunlight, a departed friend
The lamp light;
Autumn’s condemned

Ariel ruins, the left foot to lead the dance
Spiral, laughter; the endless
Chance
Water crests, the deck boards ache
And the jawlines clinch
Death will have to wait

The doom of the marsh,
Of conversations,
consonants keying the walls
The trickling, like stroked water
Delicately balancing history
Atop The Dream of Money
Enough to not feel
Not to reel
From the chokers, the faucet
The bloodlet

Shadows craft the bus
Shuffle the feet inside
Earmark the conversations
Earth barrel rolls beside
******* minds, mining
The rhymes
Of heartbeat and tide
And isotopes; and pride
Salesmen; teachers; Union Carbide

A butterfly of cells
Mexican coffee
Distending tephra in cascading reds
Above Chikurachki
“Sip from this side of the café”
The tick tock of Cesium 133
Who imagines eternity?
My left eye’s infected
My Youth, neglected
Malnourished to older age
Like Titan’s dance: a slow degrade

Torched with acetelyne
The conversation shivers with caffeine
As comets snap at the human dream
“Everything”, she says, “is manufactured mean”

Rotator cuff strung across tea leaves,
Or “Spring”
Knights the Dream with
Letters conscript
To brandish, burnish sleepy drifts
With tinsel brass tunings and wit
In the key of youth
Diluted
With whiskey rye; bell jars; vermouth
The brute is
Bell’s Palsy comping white thighs
And salt air choking the night