The doom of the marsh,
Of conversations,
consonants keying the walls
The trickling, like stroked water
Delicately balancing history
Atop The Dream of Money
Enough to not feel
Not to reel
From the chokers, the faucet
The bloodlet

Shadows craft the bus
Shuffle the feet inside
Earmark the conversations
Earth barrel rolls beside
******* minds, mining
The rhymes
Of heartbeat and tide
And isotopes; and pride
Salesmen; teachers; Union Carbide

A butterfly of cells
Mexican coffee
Distending tephra in cascading reds
Above Chikurachki
“Sip from this side of the café”
The tick tock of Cesium 133
Who imagines eternity?
My left eye’s infected
My Youth, neglected
Malnourished to older age
Like Titan’s dance: a slow degrade

Torched with acetelyne
The conversation shivers with caffeine
As comets snap at the human dream
“Everything”, she says, “is manufactured mean”

Rotator cuff strung across tea leaves,
Or “Spring”
Knights the Dream with
Letters conscript
To brandish, burnish sleepy drifts
With tinsel brass tunings and wit
In the key of youth
Diluted
With whiskey rye; bell jars; vermouth
The brute is
Bell’s Palsy comping white thighs
And salt air choking the night

Retrograde Monday
Irregular conversation; distressed axis
Sunlight riveting autumn leaves
Dance out of step, distract us
Shaky shapes of the holy mother
Church lips; sin-tinted sigh
Only a God could love her
Hedyloidea: a caught butterfly
Of Slink, sinew, childhood rhymes
Hers a pressed smile, run by Time
The Stations await, the cattle call
Shuffle on soot planet, entrails et al

Imagine they never said anything,
The Memories:  the eyes, the fingertips
Imagine it was dreamt, desired;
Rescued fear from sunlit lips

I counter you, Moon
Lazy, warrantless, worthless jewel
I dare you to continue
Whipped, blind calcite mule

Eddys froth in mindbenders
Heated, gesticulating words
So grow the devilish
So shadows herd

My standing is unranked
I chip parcels of meat from the ****
I form, I reticule, I eviscerate
From the highest hopes, I jump

Fury, fury and birthing nothing
Empty arms, silly songs, Eyes
Alight for muscle, touching
Bird chirp pleasantries
Sir, church, Momma, please
Landlocked disease

Why must you look toward
Forward?
Waif, figurine
Roller motion
The notion that you
Clink when kissed

The old wanderer, resuscitating
Time, the sunlight
An impure wine
Wrestling Anger, the Fight
Missing you, Neptune
Like childhood