sallow outer shells of lamplight

shiver fragile lines of light--

to the wall.

hardly palatable to the clam juice

residuals of late light, airbrushed

by a rain even more coy than a

fine mist.

as afterbirth-roots are fleshed out

by a chill, insisting on leaping

backward more than a few weeks.

twelve pointed hats

lower over the silver pan

of her High North reclusion.

set down.

she stir fries the vegetative

chants of a clockwork coven.

an aroma fills the forest...

the unachievable balance between

decay & delectability.

the ground/sidewalks/streets

are usually checkered fluctuations

that accelerate into vortical pits.

then are spit out.

as if not being where one is--

consequentially proceeding toward:

having not been.

yet, as it seems currently...the weight

of the entire world settles, & an

existential foothold shoots blocked

information thru the crown.

a raven is stitched as

with the leatherbound

trackwork of a baseball.

its beak is like a mangled

dagger, resembling uncut

fingernails for a lifetime.

its eyes are enlarged tapioca

*****, bursting milky residue.

it perches on tree roots--as

it suckles on soil & attempts

to rip its wings from underworld

mending.

the thick of thick,

thickens---the thin of

thin, thins.

as said, in all--as a tree.

as trees.

subject to inkblot cavities of nightly

bluffing.

encompassed by wind--

what the invisible relies on

as a sound which's more

than a single sound.

the sun's obese, plasmic

belly--is getting flowers

stuck to it like barnacles.

a buddha that'll undoubtedly

laugh them off.

an aeon from root to pistil.

kingdoms of reality

banish vagaries & laud

fixity.

so passable with slight

deviations--unnoticed

by hawkeye sanity.

as with the accountability

of a thing--to be left as it

was left.

until kingdoms of reality

are lain siege--gross in

apparency as rubble to

mind, mind to rubble.

boar by name, inscrutable.

bit off its mouth, with its mouth--

to get to an apple seated on its

drooling tongue.

enchambered by tusks...violent

snap jaw breaks thru eyepopping

****** paralysis.

somewhere between spit & silver platter...

game & fixings.

the boar was wrenched from the terminus

of sleep--to put back to sleep the festivity

of its flesh.

once made aware of it.

the sound of grainy footage

popping like rice crispy treats--

as time says: ahh.

these open vaults that spare no

detail, change underlying with

permanence.

easily recognizable neighborhood

composites, cramming a wink

with volumes of standing impressions.

the genesis of a:

Crandall Typewriter,

hits its ornamental lettering

in its cathedral.

retouches of frozen fingertips--

made to return to those irresistible

keys.

nook, silken tap--a decisive rake of

blent sound.

seepage of ink on crisp paper.

the sun squares off the tiles of northern

European roofing--with the bucking

prims of tucked shadows.

the shred-throat jellied gurgles of

starlings, rehashing into piercing tweets

throughout the whitening gold of dusk.

the central tutelage of a silence, outlined

by sounds of inbreaking traffic.

there's an ache for

every ambrosial brick

worked out like a tooth.

so synergistic commons

can band the prolix of

agape...springtime.

a string of diamonds liquify

from the film of one less sky--

its absence emptying jewel boxes.

subsiding hushes that return

right before they permanently

fade--as the process automatically

resumes.

slant elegancies of gently ground

diamonds, trying on rain from window

to mirror.

a phosphene vase

draws itself--with

a pastel outline of:

violet purple/jade green/

ochre orange.

Venus' long fuchsia legs

kicking out from its lip.

as she takes root--headfirst.

a fire the height of a mountain

experiences insomnia on a bed

of ash.

imagine if that mountainous fire

were split in half--verticality met

with an ashen horizontality.

which provides for a Dantesque

floodgate of ascending & descending

beings.

during the: Teatro alla Scala's

opening night (August 3, 1778).

Antonio Salieri's opera:

L' Europa rinconoscuita, a

chandelier so happened to

crash down...because all the

attendees were staring out at

one another with binoculars.

at the same time.

a ten foot sasquatch in

Montana's wilderness

listens to Beethoven's: Fifth.

he once found it an open

dumpster in town.

it was a pair from the 80s--

tomato-red in color, those

cottony earmuff-size ones

they used to produce.

he's swaying back & forth,

throwing around his massive

meat-hooks, the way that great

composer would.

Van Gogh's: Yellow House

was one of the coziest dwellings

of all time.

everything was touched with a

warmth, not to mention his

brilliant usage of Japanese

print coloration.

what a uniquely gracious

sacrifice, our Pinocchio

made--when he snapped

off the carrot of his nose.

on a land of abandon.

St. Frances

replays his eyelashes ,

zeroing down on

the drifting continents--

of their native Country.

as spot on canticles phantom--

leaves pressed by light

to a forest floor.

handheld as if infirm...

& helped away--

the period of an endstory

keeps dotting itself.

whilst grinning profusely.

an enwrapped citadel

blackens its candle.

to wind way...wax-wise.

beings residing from that

that forestalled drippage.

metaphor:

a wavicle met

with the length

of your imagining.

dotted overhead/underneath--

every ripple.

there was something to

sidestepping a book of:

Yellow Pages.

on a scratch of sidewalk--right

after a long soaking.

that yellow tome stuffed with

contacts--wanting to crumple

like a napkin.

no helium...a full-bodied, hundred foot

Frankenstein.

drunkenly leaning forward--with hands

that look as if they're set to strangle.

guest-appearing at: Macy's Day Parade.

ill-fitting black suit jacket, overblown

shoulder pads--spewing said hands at the wrist.

prominent fade marks at the back, that spread

down to highwater black pants.

meeting 19th century Dutch clogs.

two-ton screws spinning in his temples.

his stitches splitting apart, against plum-purple

confetti...that twirl like gnats.

analogous smears

of last-seen birds,

on the headband of

dusk.

wrapping around

a dispensing third eye.

Da Vinci's thrice-grace

inkage, of a likened

fetal-pod.

supplanted in care

of a belly.

overly still with the

behavior of pain.

readying for this world.

Judas-kissy's crease mark

every window of the

Chrysler Building.

blowing back crystal clear

visages.

courtesy of window cleaners--

spontaneously dangling from

rafters.

in an f 5 tornado.

simulating said structure.

there's a sketchup--

of a unisex, Grey's Anatomy

figure.

utterly saturated with macro/micro

eights...re-orgasming~

a burl on a

linebacker's--width

tree limb.

rales at an oncoming

gale.

swelling with an indelible raindrop--

as if forecasting a

star.

sure heirs to confusion--

form a majestic, medieval

circle.

saunter met with danse.

the plot shifting floorboards

beneath their feet.

to the lute of John Dowland.

underground concatenations...

distending draperies.

writhing mammons shrouded

with spittle.

horrified & horrifying unction.

phosphorescent bruises issuing

above ground.