like smut pencilled libels on the walls of caged stalls
invoking desert arroyos cauterized in too bright insight and
ancillary stair cases, exit doors hinged on the brink of madness
daily branded new under skylight copulas in mazes of labyrinthine
city stages, everywhere histories, footpaths, languages, cellar doors
submerged just below the dust, roots reaching everywhere but up
to steeples and bathhouses, foodcourts marauded w ghosts of
animate dancers, animal handlers cartwheeling over and over the green
coves of time etched in space, dreamscapes laced in sands embrace
sand dollars of stained glass ripped from dining halls enthralled in ash
grave diggers distaff of footsoldier sweet grass, vaguely glowers
w gowns of red wire and bones conferring their silent epitaph
barely buried in brooks and under bridges like white nails
platitudes wrapped in yesterdays fortitude, loomed w worms
pray careful songs forgotten over tables and windows, reflected
over scrupulous entryways chiseled w procession alms and old plays
dead pensioner reclining in your suited antechamber won't you
pardon the air once brought steel mares w chernobyls fare
staring into the arrow consolations convicted, furrowed implications
in crows feet ruminations ponderously impaired
sightless ferrous inculcations, two spurious flights instilled w night
brooding ortega and andora, narrate your cold logus in luminous aciform
traverse the living word w modes that surpass new leaden dearth
draped in velvet, and pull the folds of night around it
as the careering globes which watch w heavy lids the light