The half expectant gaze of ignorance
A furtive silhouette of a man, diffident
composure - recumbant
feigning order and respect
as in an occasional outward glance

I must look away for your beauty burns too brightly and i must look away
Tragic contortions of a knowing mind
How my world seems to beckon me care
and how desperate i am to oblige
shrouded though I am in cigarette smoke and dissonance The Outsider can perceive a perfect harmony

My capacity for Love terrifies me.  
Decidedly I feign in a recumbant comparisons of her shining beauty, a thousand suns or more
i am blind
so I imagine a perfect world and I draw mindstuff in the sky

These moments rebuffed
Resounding for their failure to Resound

Oh this sordid worldly affair
where there's so much beauty in dirt
and the magnificence of the Earth

the amber liquid
pours into the fine
porcelain bowl
swirls and settles

a few leaves dark
and sombre settle
at the bottom
and remain
unfathomable

i drink of it's heady
fragrance
the steam a line of
smoky memory
again i inhale
and again the years
fall away

the first sip
is bitter
tasting of tannin
and loss

the fine china
sings at the touch
of my tongue
and my memory
hums with words
of wisdom and friendship

i drink down to the
recumbant leaves
and the swirl the fortune
twist and tip the cup...
and read the leaves
with the same wonder
as i read the clouds...


unsuprisingly,
the leaves
speak to me of you....
as the scent of smoke and
camelia lingers on the evening breeze

1 Caligula Sade (add Marx for $ .50)
a simple curriculum simple words
none, nothing, nowhere, never
none left undone (all of it)
none of it all yours

2 Condescends to punish
with ill-gotten gains
such are the rewards
of a lifetime of conformity and complaisance

3 Lollypops candy red
ballgags
derogatory interrogatories
all day long quid pro quo quid pro quo
("Don't let this happen to you !")

4 Dampening urgencies
in a vague meander
lunar etched passage
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5 There is but one rule, though:
"Never a sweaty horse to the barn"
once was confusion
is/are (a) temples(s)
upright and pure [not mine. nope- Milton.]

6 What is yours
is yours to own
conflate in any manner
with f*ck-all else
as you surely will
or not at all
Recombination
(recumbant version, ft "get me pictures !").