Fold and fold - endocrine leaf lets the wind
Unwrap and re-blend; the butterfly begins
Cram, dance; a league of sin
Reckon the world rolls away - The End
Death swept into the recycle bin
Smiles are sorcerers freckling the skin
God is the mandible and chin
And She is the rhythm that turns me in

Pigeon holes in parkay
Table manners setting Time to
Silvery blades tuning the leather
Strap by the cackling fireplace
Spitting as it speaks,
Slapping his back
Dear God, she rasps
Her dismembered finger
Wavered above the page
The sage thickening the air
To a sack with no end
And no way back
There is no saving the Flesh,
And this, sung
Hung above his ear
Left on the floor
Revelations 3:16
The moon drifts past the door
The Roar of the minister
His arms settling thunder
Shivering burlap wraps
And more buried under
The scepter fern
Burn these pages, she skeets
Between pulled teeth
The rot of breath
Eating its own meat
Creep, the Time and
So her biding
The knots grow, and tighter
The Blessed Unkinding
A rhapsody, not a Hymn
Begun with Amens
Ending with a *****
Soil, and my arms in

Rainfaring
Seminal beat, “.08 BAC
phosphorylating proteins
β-adrenoceptor viral
disease”,
He wheezed
In the driveway of
The wrong house
Cabernet Savignon
Telling him now

I wish for him meteorites
The horror of disastering
Interplanetary play
Setting him alight
With angel soot on solar wings
Soul whetting

There is no residence for
Artistry
No hovel to weather
Irreversing streams
NO declaration of
Habeous means
Simply conversation
And the corpse’s watch, ticking…

Mercury, dissected poetry, and lacerated harmony
Plucked on rib
Singed face from Jupiter’s whim
To entreat battle; Time begins
As Transit, horse bit
and scythe cradle
A sun driven,
whipped to stave
The seeds of gravity, spurn and ladle
Golden linseed per la nave

Palatable gargoyles dip the moon
In aluminum acetate
So it shows through the moods
Of God, a mantle for Grace
)If only He believed in cancer
So it too would seem out of place)
The manor house, relevant
Guests like Time and
Wind wrestle with the manners
Of Evelyn Waugh, Mannheim;
Euclidean space

Hesperian Period(Hesperia Planum):
Where tidal palms carried the sky
Rocks churned dust with anticipation
Of *******, sing Halleluyah

Amber rivers,
a tome of time and grace
The soft intent of neoprene limbs
Stepping in and out of gait

Raindrops sing al-be-do
Criss-cross-ing chords of rage, ‘ate’
Simple cells rotting into culpable hoes
Sorting star dust from anno dominae