Glumping in the runkle of a midge twitch
with a slinky and a serrated rainbow jackknife-
tucked into a barley-cork for daylight
at a full stop...

at Night.

some sort of contraption;
the actual
beating heart of the moon
noteworthy for gazing
at the Fugazi
of our
work

without a star to pin
to a moon’s compass
however Noon.

Trading on our whimsical affairs, we spice the McGuffin
with a pinch of twee smirk and malicious vermouth.
we gin the rigor of our spiral descent with a debauchery
to span the bloat of our delusions
combing the banks of our foggy creek beds
for applesauce
and farthings.
leaping into the shriek
of our lull.

undaunted by the stars
at the edge
of the
worst.

as we pillage
unrefined
and

unrehearsed.

Focus on the signal, for the noise is no pilot.
Adroit convivial despots plot your every demise
but you can’t be withered as
the withering decries.
You must attune where meager suns
do violence
to impose a peace
only conflagration
ignites-
without setting fire
to a womb.

You must Love the striven grasp of your ashen Heart
Milking the honeyed vein of surety
that swarms of you-
is Unnecessary

but the Whole is a Be
in an Onyx.

Semi-precious to
The Lost.

If only my every poem jot-
were a happy spot
on a black tie.
But my parties sparkle
with black skies
default.

In the best light.
of my heart’s
Vault.

A Mood Swing Barony
plush with unobstructed
de-construction.
As i plunder hives
for soft miracles
dazzling a Stoic
With a Circus
of bright
dogs
to hound my
gloom, out of mind
and my Love
from the thicket
of a dark
thought.

On an Incline.

Suppose you have your wings
and all wholesome things
palaverous
As undone gravities
Heavy your suspension
Your downward dog, magnanimous…
As all things; UnThing in Twos-
Where arks at bay,
Nest in wet fumaroles-
Of deep Undoing.


Just
A lemon drop
From an average height
Of your Life
With yellow ravens
Random and Implausible
In inaudible Cause.
Black wings forgotten-
Because Atmosphere
Be nowhere near
The Breath
You Lost…

Just to inhale
Where you-

Thought.

Asleep like no other thing, my heart embroiled in wakefulness
discarded…
i plunder the trivial epics of my disjoint
to gather to a flame more miracle
than a hope
it burns.

Dreaming where the fumes are mute. my lustrous disasters
sprawling like prawn on a lake of fire
dismembered by a remembrance
as vagrant as a horde of precious
where a kept denial
is a fob.
and a wheel is 
another sleep
for a turn.

wings clipped by comets as earnest
as thuggish moons, plundering tides
for their rhythms
to keep the drums of doom
at bay...
as pretty as bone marrow
whistling moo
to a deaf zealot
in the ziggurat of a posh
coma.

Asleep, where the aire is bending to the north
of a pinch of earth that dawn squanders on the mortal eye…
i surmise all oblivion in verse
and succumb to susurrus of oblique charms....
moon mad with barking stones in my gullet
foiled by the magma
of my intense
starvation.

hell-kept in heaven’s mockery
for the lack of an Always
as Perfect as
a Never.

always.

the chemicals in a sunbeam
beach the whale of my moonshine
your clutch like a happy thorn
and my demise, a misbegotten
agenda.

you corona.

switchgrass in a dead calm waste
singing authoritative psalms
to my anguish… squishing stigmata
into the plane of flat nails
summoning gargantuan plumes
of happiness, spawn of some witchcraft forgotten
like a pin in a Butterfly
fat on a *****
of hook

that reels the real
to the surface
by your bottom
lip.

the crown of our preternatural plumage
is the rake of your windswept karma.
i plunge with you
as we dive
and completely surface
when I sink

to the zenith of your Love.

Displaced
like the chewy center-
of a hard candy
in low orbit
of a toothache
of a toothless
crone.

Phantom
like an obvious mentor
from a hidden college
in stark secret
like mums the word
that sums the word
alone.

Speechless and ringing
in the ear-
we loan to Van Gogh
to hear our
troubles
Best...

and all the timpani of Hope
doing cartwheels
in displeasure domes
that span the width
of our undreamt
and coil-
like a tune in
an afterbirth
of music

Too You to
be Un-
Done.