Raining hell and fleeting
karma, again, in the fetid brush,
again in singing debris
afloat on leviathan,
again in a thicket
of notes, some
flat.

Again in generation-wide psychosis,
madly revolving across the
peninsula, their hair
ablaze, leasing groceries and
starving whole ecosystems
of luxury isolation.

always a nostril away
from being under the current,
always floating in the morass of
prejudicial survival skills,
always faintly more you than
me, always bygone echoes
of feeling, shadows of dust,
always favorable to disquiet,
alarmed at
how close the sun has gotten
over the years.

Upon and lake perchance to dream
It floats in fall convert the dread
Curate the inward and twice ash
The ants devour the lonely arc

The dances raze beneath obtain
The double poet breath attain
We fly we love above the moon
In creeks in dark macaw he sings

Light frozen there bereft undress
Gone sigel leaps express critique
Deny denote the soft white waves
Inflict inform a child’s last days

Broad field lacrosse ferment the oaks
Short hymns baroque taboo and sad
Flee singing hymnal there withstand
It treated better than yourself

That moment when the thing arcs
ever skyward, continues beyond, enters the unattainable
past it’s being as thing and as dream, and you
realizing it’s lost, moment being memory of your death but
still in as and as in of and as in being dogma
inherent within performance and performance
as plan and or of and by design as by anti-inherently
non-inherent as is if coherence
unveils capacity of being in and of within though non-being
non-sequential arc of sky bound
ordained oath, moment, realization
being by suffering of pangs and of suffering by desire
of ever landing sky as earth, as thing and as of thing without consequence as of thing
thing thus glides lightly and by thus swivels though gratefully
thing disappears deeper into cloud dust
cyan vapor of expectation lost
transubstantiates from quotidian miracle into movie you’ve already seen
in moment in flesh
of flesh of several flesh curating
flesh of creation, as explanation,
as grounding as anchor to one of many passing stills, as pressing the thing and you
flat, as you and memory of you, as thing
as they as moment as you.

Necessary of onion
by onion and through onion
necessary onion
onion laquered
stimulants, rest
high bridge formula
with footprinted snow, flecked
with spring grass
green light of rash
of broken skin of
red postules flood
in valley of valley
of least resistance
consecrated
goose down mystery
aisles flush with
flooding valleys begins
recondite conditions for
all eves of spectral,
ice skates on self
replicating graph of
destitute and of savor in
binge watch Americans binge
fetish announcements of coral of
nylon per regulation
per workers safety and isolation
news travels, ague fashion of
landed boors bereaved
in fleece in gold of
gentry, pro forma ribbons
in arched halls’
winning rabbit.

Passing storm clouds
are just that,

shared dreams of jet streams,
hallucinations of slithering shadows

on lost horizons,
quiet and dark.