GARDING GURDENS

sliph stoled, thewinnerings understooped from a dulcekular skiestring
allina waynworty scurrilens tiumbs anameras fordicu lacingstreamers
wending waywort growthunderous appraisals darkened kennelfreed
onwurst ravenways borderrun by sweptback grasses countoured
incircularedoes ripplected refilled into seizurisms anst
pardune squirestruck forthween histeyes aryan finders
rewent downstreaked viastamen hollowed by reedgrown
instilnature aldosane feterzine crelled in subwor
sunkin reedsamare left twidulled in a heatblink
overstun radioshining intowardined leaflets
twined intrinsed and ratiocinized over
certainly accepted phenomenology such
as carrion instilled dreamerveins
held in such parodic manipulation
that a dragon horde of similar-minded
entrepeneurs of delusion corral their
midwife minded superiors exaltinsel grown
harrying supporters of interdynamical linkings
jettisoned from leftover expectations flarestruck
back with an edges melting exhaust curling away all
the evidence of photographed historian's recollections
melded in a spectacular shuffle array blending forth three
miraculous simultarnished mythawent spreads tracing and leached
of the mulched elemental earthen stainware culled from the carrion
train, carrying the conversionalistical chemistry process only held
still in the conception's mind of an ideal imagistic portrait left to wait

THE CHAMBER

whence to the gales roam across
a galvanized wintern deep in a
black recess of ice the heat of
your bodies emanate and sculpts

THE CELOTAPH

inscryption dais ablaze under leaden veil
triggers oiling to lock into stop signs
a hammer on an empty not. flash.
ideograms crumble apart in seperating
pieces. reintegrated in a whisper

COFFEE CLINKERS

in brewer hauser
white in toning
cletchon singar
draften noseng

farthom tyosk
trunn sumfaling
guten hymer win
some falling

doer over on
a trysomme
bunted fortha
neckxst duer

flice acyzt
treasert beanth
corrguled ruince
stormun flee ants

THE BLACK SPOT

Thickly agglomerated oases
in curved, rib-refracted light
puddle the trombone-gold quill-tip
reflecting a slightly bent
quickslipping, vanishing view
of the words receding
in the rearview mirrored.

A well, fuming open
and re-inserted into
for the talon's pointing finger
to draw from (the sap it bleeds
is lain out in exact patterns)
and from which a conspiracy
is slowly drawn, by the slow
pulling of a plunger.

Finds its way to the heart
(being detoured to a delta)
and left to dry out
onto parchment
less magnetized
than dust.

As such, left
in minds
to rust.








sl
reaching
for a bluer
crimson,
writing
with a
quill