Childhood, a delicious vision of swishing hips
Resisting time with a telescope’s persistence
Distance is Age* (*the Rage of
Existence)
The Calabash Nebula, its bipolar
Remembrance
the fisticuffs of proteins
Insane with the interstellar
Insistence
of Conversations, and our minds each wove a;
My brother, the medicated super nova

Maybe venture there
Where the irradiated dare
To speak, to spike, to writhe
To deny life to children caught inside
These editors of scripture,
Hands removed and tongues blistered
With thyme, sulfur and rosemary
The words as a thin runnel carrying
Wonder, Fear, the clink of crystal
Loomed etiquette diluting the Vistaril

Maybe dance,
Create a universe by chance

Nuphar carlquistii; disheveled parish; her dynasty
Deoxyribonucleic barcode, celestry
E Chord, timbre and thunder
The moon is delicious, burnt umber
Whose tomb, Venus
What heir to the doom of ,
What plant pruned, sheared from
The bemuse of the dead, the naught
The wreath of fig leaves, the drum beat
Frought

The winch of excentrics emanating cross hair dares
The layers, childhood and sound and her scent
The cinch in this fabric, Memory
From which all temptations seed
Euclidan Butterfly, at which point God
Supercedes, not breathing so
No words; rather, the pass
Of Mercury until it becomes glass
Like insanity,
The pupae aches to bloom, fast

Inner centuries of settlement
Avuncular anomalies
Ridden by Death
Sing of me, sing of me
Carotid arteries, Islands  of Langerhans
Accidental poetry and
Hollow earth
Bound by disease
Folklore, legends disperse
We the universal revelry

The rebar skeleton of a hymn
Celestial rust sifting in
Skin and its architecture
Oh, the tectonics of Sin
Thrush lashed to husks
Lungs dipped with resin
Wine with gall, the Synoptic gospels
Recolored lithographs and
Rhymes of tinsel cord
Lost palaces of Tangiers
The Late Cretaceous fossils
Vibrate with fear.

Hazelnut oribts,
The laughter and spindling limbs
According the key of youth
It’s my turn to spin
Atmosphere breathes in
Car accidents we dream
The schools parcel calendars
Square dances;
If childhood exists, I mean