Black night Daystar
Color of older brother
Darkening ocean sand
Sun bathing light
Fading to acorn and plum
Imprinting what developed outwardly
Sealing inner muted trauma baked sapphire
Open arms of dreaming
Cascading trumpet drawing inwardly
Focused frown out the window
Saturated back to the center
Jokes at the darkest notice
Savoring the accidental candle
Traveling the longest distance inside the closing eye.
Once the ripped wrapped funnel
hop roped immersion
Dripped for certain,
Thoughts curdle in the morning sun.
Gravity bubbles beckoning reign in the letting up.
Descending press the fennel gurgle.
Sprouting ahead in a quiet winding of cobalt secretions.
Open ended cast charade foreshadowed the lighting curtain.
Rest stop flashing yellow
light up road signs.
Don’t chew that gum.
Mud toned antenna tuning out farm wire frequencies.
Waifing to receive.
Dirt field snatcher opposing footsteps.
Symposium of the buried.
Bodies in rows like crops lay
coffin scented highway concussion.
Stupor came first then supper.
Once again the loopy stories and stone rubble shirt frame
buttoned exit lacked all culpability.
Living a dream can take its toll.
Who’s to say the dead ahead won’t be arriving late anyway?
Secluded enclaves.
Doped schooled cul de sac constellations.
Doodling eye glasses
in a loose leaf green notebook.
Drink to swallow the code.
Cracked Jungian belt
orbiting crying echos.
Corollary sounding Orion mode.
Stargazer conveyor.
Ash trays of bayer empty
space unmapped navigation
radiowave coercion.
Defective canned contraption.
Gravity devastated the flow but revealed its milky way.
What was sky fever is now a wet plate moon mound.
A crescent grey rose coin.
Misread commas calming soothing mint. Daily wound wire mileage.
Simmering focus. Fence post collapsing.
Ten yards down and untouched.
Resounding rewind and solar couplet
Jitney of trinkets
around the corner, the odds were nowhere to be seen or conjured.
No sleep ahead despite the upcoming sleep just ahead signs on the
barns and billboards. Reheated creature.
Cast back washed iron coffee cup.
Dust work coated book worm gloss.
Set back to lower proof the obvious vice. Smoke back the deep breath of the old case.
Inside the water of the wave,
beside the humming of the hive,
along the narrow sheltered seed.
Away from refugee, away from facing the push of sandcastle sorcery.
Along the sunny side of the draw bridge.
The player reel of danger dirt.
Dark outlook, cast a harrowing net of skeletal choices.
It wasn’t long before the thought of passing it by became the only means of keeping time.
Sacred horns previewed the pouring sad rhythms echoing in the footsteps.
Around the block at morning bay window the heart adrift. Order of chasms, scales announce their watery sequence.
It won’t fall into the dream pipe and change.
If it can’t see a way into the forgotten river it won’t return Itself into the one you remember.
Circling the ceiling with a red crayon.
Stirring the cereal considering
sealing the circle. Sliding further away.
Partial coats and wicked forsaken sacred whispered buttoned up secrets.
The open palmed oracle of seething.
Broken shoed and token.
For shadowed and cloaked in opium.
Deluded and soaked in narcissism.
Drenched and famished in trauma.
Tossed and marbled in hypnotic karma.
If I thought about it there’d be no believing in that
kind of magic.
If I dreamt about it, there’d be no believing in this reality.
If I talked about it there’d be no denying its gruesome grinding.
Got a sound booth in the receiving page. A message in a gray box.
It was a diagram.
It echoed decluttering the silence in the old wood.
It frosted the lining in the soft tube.
It felt the motion of the glowing from the galactic lamplight
It summoned the fuming of the fire sky.
It rescued the notebook of the lost recipe. Missing a page.
This won’t go on forever.
Sunken beet forest.
The wind below the wheat beneath the street beneath my feet
won’t offer the code to the angel of secrets.
It won’t blow the air from the angel of silent breathing or strike a match to the smoke from ash piles.
It will watch trance protected connections to the undetected through a wintery lens.
Paper offerings sacrificed in peppery cremation drifting even further away.
Dumbstruck sun drenched snap in a stone bowl.
Sentence noodle throttle back to a rest.
Stop ascent at the steep height.
Quarter tones bend to the drop light.
Blood stained telephone ringing.
It winds to zero in elastic glass capillary synapse.
Settled and befuddled moments counting three or four collapses to forgotten starry skies.
It clicks and snaps like a shutter.
It confounds like a riddle.
It becomes what it has lost.
It’s ambient lingering ring has five to the one.
Centrifugal calendar crippled fire to the four.
In descent through counter balance, rains premonition of this finger and that consenter.
This subito forte to begin and become That finale of seem.
It was a carved pumpkin kind of head in a bag of carbon.
There wasn't enough food for the weekend so we rode to a restaurant.
Remembering knowing the way like it was yesterday.
The thought connects what can't be touched, wearing the absence of itself
like an old sweater on an invisible man.
Nothing more could airway through the intermittent solid pop
curtailing to the looney headline.
Caught! Red handed invective.
Cavernous back and forth,
Following all the turbulent folly commotion of funny pages.
Escape finessing the funnel of opulent dissolve.
Balancing the pendulum of wishing wear.
Flat other worldly toy soldier.
Quietly collecting surrenders.
Distant sound of pounding trash can drum circle.
Exploding bottles.
Later in the cab she said: See, I can talk to you.
Strange familiar wild stoop drifter.
Fuel the ritual park fire.
Dialing the soaked shoe line.
Opening the numbered letter.
Catapult uptown echoes off chapter street.
Looking glass gleam.
Yellow night light sheen.
Wood from the needled forest.
Paint from the wet wrinkled dimension.
It sewed into the morning.
It wove its weaving through the pouring
shattering threads of yarn into rice sized knots.
Gone are the low hanging clouds.
Gone are the cartoon trees and the nooks of rope that submerge the dirt filled box.
The par boiled conductor dismantles perspective.
Medieval constrictions.
Hearing instructions in droplets of syrupy rain.
The sand in the poppy.
The eye in the onslaught.
The finger in the mitten.
The fat in the mutton.
The knuckle in the window.
The twist in the thread.
The flight in the sliding.
The falling of seeding.
The seeding of sorrow.
The end of sadness.
The alchemy of clarity.
The secrecy of sorcery.
The hollow in the grape.
The amulet asking.
Oak smoke.
The commutation after lunar prayer dawdled in delirious delusion its comedy of frailty.
Time for reconciliation was over locked hands across a table.
Questions bounce off cavernous walls.
Only in retreat was the presence felt.
Its voice wavered out of focus in unseen channel.
It moved the way beyond its own circumference after miles under capsule.
In rows of one the aroma of curtains.
A card overturned when stones were gambled.
Beats cropped into offered articles and curds with pepped up crumb nubs in coat button hearts and sea songs that go on without repeating.
A power reappears to a forgotten spirit with its foot in the pipeline.
No simple rhyme or cataclysmic séance could bare the lofty presence and incandescence of the return.
Bloody candle wax stained cigarettes.
Red rice soaked foot print.
Hollering banshee in the corner the light nurtures
concealment of darkness.
It flickers and can’t resist partial diagrams of complicitious shade.
There wasn’t a memory of this venomous smell or taste to compare it to.
No snake charming remedy at the front door.
How could you know it would recoil?
Blind and with nowhere to move even in the back woods.
