When Fall was betrothed to Winter
Sleet fell like hard rice at the wedding
of two constant reasons for campfires
and sharp stars in the crisp mountain glass
of night’s polished skies
above befuddled heads.
We were introduced to change
in a sprint to a freezing point to our Story-
where the air we claim is for the spoken word
that means the same things as “ I Love You “
when a snowflake lands on an ember
smouldering
with eyes.

All darkness is a cog
in a mechanical sun
that you built in your basement -
with your eyes closed.
and that’s why you can’t
have nice
things.

I saw the song on the floor. then ate my toast-
with the kind of eyes that penetrate
diamond asphalt.
i plunged into the floorboards
of a wide microcosm
made of shudder-lint
and tinsel.

tweaking the
parallax
of my forbidden
I
.

So the worlds that came with no maps
like butterflies adjoined to a ring of Saturn
telling a joke about a ring
in a tub of jokes.

must be Real.

And I have the following problems
that are following dreams
about having problems
with less problems.

But Life’s never kidding.

just kicking.


[ HOW WHY? IS THE WRONG QUESTION AT THE RIGHT TIME ]


Judith is a spool of cool waters on misadventures with Mrs. Solipsis.
she’s in this precious palaver, palming fruit from an unknown garden
at a full stammer. Judith looms in the London with a toothless fog
so she brought a dagger to her eye, to split the difference engine
of her Insight…

Judith is a pool of constant habitation.
exactly her place to be-
when a waste of Time
is arabesque
with all the hallmarks
of a profound
unhinging
from
a stalwart
Gone.

how does she Know where the Sea
has buried her Unborn
Questions?

How Does She
Judith?

Anon.