Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting Time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and ***** leaves quite gone,
Beauty o’ersnowed and bareness everywhere.
Then, were not summer’s distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
    But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
    Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

Star spangledgraciousness
An empty vessel
Yet not without its redwine
Red wine
& sourness of past inhabitants
The fog of Manhattan
Cries the whale of night
In a street of slurred bodies
& electrical heads &the; train is late &excusemepleasesorrythankyou;
& directionless/compliancy is for the agents who don't know rhythm i can speak the tongue of a sweatfaced
Painterman or
The kindly blind
Who haven't the time for soreness

Its all soupNmute screamin!!!g

"Ur dryer has been faulty /
The showerhead makes cruel sounds!"

My Beltbuckle healthier than
Leather!of my shoe (a horn from up the block)

Rosesmile lovely faces
Being uplifted by balloons &
Kissing hymns

(RedwineRED wine)

Impolite barter
Or 75 cents in Metro
Paused for Rodenticide

(green neon coffin)
Coughing neon green

(!!)


HERE is a wailingCannonBall
Creating a space of drums
And dancing or microphoneAAA

Golden cloud & dripping halo
Words cannot hurt these saintly scenes
of a
Light caught in the rain
As mist rises u p
From my fleecy walk
& protest sirens orchestrate
SUNSET tape
/X and O/
               Do not mind the slipping
               Metal
               Or poorly-tended meadows coming up thru
               Hairlines
               ////////////###
      Transmutable
      Grains to cigarette ash
      Rolling daintly upon the marblefloor
      I have seen scholarly tearjerkers
      Preach about the elevator
      Blinking the signal of the soul
      Holy(soul)
      And potplant lids
      Fantasizing of Mothers
      To shoeshine their world
      A (         eniwder

"hellonothankyou"
    "AfterallthistroubleIwentThrough!"­)
Note of
Myself put into the hardwood of

The blunder
Of thought itself

For a fool beneath a bridge to find
& smoke with aching feetNplastic
teeth
Speaking plastic musings to

The plastic of the falsely opposed
Withdrawn
And unable to prove why this country hates them so much

(which begs the question)
Candles keep to the museum of headaches & irony

I keep to this narrow night under the
Attic of West 3rd

Wishing for a place to rest easy
Except these foreigners slam their

Quiet fists to the map of New York City instead
AhOkLetsBePatientPuh-Leese

This sort of passion for
The stone and it's
many
Bulbous radiant
fingers
While simultaneously
Brushing them away with nervous laughter
Can only be caused by

Spending too much time at the beach
Reading playwrights.

i touch
the
blossom
hallowed,
sired by
the
spring,

to
one day
leese
its
vernal
fleece
of
verdant
and rosy
tones.

i hark
the gay
canticle,
conjured
by
the
winds,

so
splendid
in
form,
i its
parting
will mourn,
when the
winds do
cease
to blow.

i watch
the
placid
heavens,
kissed by
dawn’s
timid
glow,

soon to
retire,
for nigh
are the
showers,
the skies
ember-colored,
the calid
rays of jove.

i smell
the scent
sweetest,
borne of
earth perfumed,

though, i
bid the scent
stay,
in time
‘twill away,
and
its passing
will i
bemoan.

i taste
the fruit
succulent,
plucked of
the berry-laden
boughs,

yes, these
too await
the advent
of fate,
o wretched fate —
life’s and
beauty’s
foe.

the rains, the cold air
have not relented,
the winds, the earth,
have assured
the foison’s death—
o primavera,
do you now
lay dormant—
the skies,
bedecked
with solemn tones,
have yet to
leese this
ghastly
grey
complexion
i know this poor
weather is going
to hold

i don my
apparel—
gloves
cap
coat—
impermeable
warm—
safeguarded by
my calid aegis,
i decide
to part
from my
quarters,
the old
sturdy
door
is opened
at once

as i
venture
outdoors
to greet
the
crestfallen
clime
i am
received
by
the
presence
of gaia’s
distempers—

o primavera,
do you now
lay dormant—

i close
the door
behind me

and set
off to
where
i am due