patchwork

patchwork lines plot (them, selves)
between two quads the
darks and lights gradiate, too
dyed mentionables reduced to one

pointlists render plumes
sinking cumulus condensing near
light rain, ghostly arrows their
tips sway and launch (worry, some)

partners with risky prospects
chart venture lines (anti, aliased)
to points, wagering time fueling
able judgement questions

previous acts play best to the
assembled critics in now space
seated with thread tickets (finger, nails)
sail coffers with quilt linings

Faivkus

water colors shed warm dew
he lingers near her waft muse
they both know

pillows near her dreams
numbers cannot reach
sleeping beautiful so

lingering whispers play
just before sunrise
heated kisses hover

winding sky water dropping
boulder skipping moving catch her
she smiles

construction paper clinging
to his red crayon heart
melted drops

Outer Loop

// note: call forwarding finds you!
For I equal to zero, to some future present

Do

Mutter "this vehicle", reply, declarify;
Dress the bread, respond, fragment, go ahead, share bane(s);
Equals fail;

Rub "this wrist", sneeze, ahem;
Trace the icon, turn, volatile, go back, blister pixel(s);
Equals spend;

If Equals fail to spend do exit;

Loop

Next I

Perigees

From the wood blue
picture tube room veils
west distance arts
paint handed walls
time whispers spent with
door jamb kisses and
rotation matrices

Near the closet
membrane peninsula
slip tendons on
a bit clay turnstile with
the brass silk lean of
imagers and seekers to
sunshine spun

To the yard near a
banana tree and surprise figs
woven plumb dreams in
the view space trickle
a priori sums where
perigees mingle near
their bard kilns

paper belts

red rover players
accordion eyes
shotglass wine
paper doll bonfire lovers on a clean sawdust breeze

melon air
ticket holders
deviled egg
paper grass latch lovers on a splintered scaffold moment

auto dogs
coupon cashers
yellow dye
paper sky sponge lovers on a drying crayon dropper

Riding

The bent ridges of a properly folded fairing,
imperfect paint sought early on

Forgotten later the canvas turns,
ivory slap taffy feel of it

Scentless lube and pools of gravel twinkle flakes,
backpedaling after school

Down foresworn twowayness,
swallowed up and convinced it was safe

Machined into dotted bends "Pass With Care",
worth its wait in scissor metal

My Old Home

My old blue home leaves me little heart
Little heart to bleed bleed away
Thick white bleed waldorf salad bleed
Scoop bleeding befriend bleeding
Little heart for metaphors for words for
Red door filter tutorials for
Letting the blood go

Beneath the labels
The trees bleeding
Say they like it there with so many
Banquets at the world's end so many
Love number 19's so many
Sore throat shadows so many
Blake cathedral painters so many
Biscuit optometry shops so few
Musical hearts on a sleeve
Four musical hearts and I was number five

In my blood I cannot place her
In my blood she bleeds
She leaves me little heart

I had a dream night before last
Kissing her, as a child who loved her
Tasting her, like early sage growing up
Leaving her, her checkered salt
In a morning breeze

distant 7th

s-cloud

Grazing Epoch

While the dew still blankets the tops of the tall clover,
and early sun needles thread knots in the barn siding,
distant treetops sway
and the rooster still crows,
and the rough hewn cedar gate,
a scratchy thick gate,
cranked on its rusty hinge iron,
drawn open, digs an arc
in the caked dust of the barn floor.

As the light unblankets the tops of the tall clover,
and tiny kite-wings beat in a slight morning breeze,
distant treetops gleam
and the barn builds shadows,
and her torpid summer gait,
a scratchy wet gait,
cranking and stretching her coat,
breaks the clods, digs hoof marks
in the caked dirt of the field path.

When the sun waxes, melting and dripping saffron yellow,
and the tops of the tall clover blossom and flutter,
distant treetops blur
and the flies flock her coat,
and she shakes them from her mane,
a scratchy plain mane,
cranking and stretching her neck,
draws them out, draws them in,
while the day ages still on to dark.

intersection

rows of streetlights shadowy and dim
pinching the night sky
underneath
the drone
of dark cars
congregating around a stoplight
shivering
boxes
smoking
cages
waiting
stalled
argonauts oaring in turn
all
waiting
figures
blinking
clocks
turning
arranging the flash lights
of warm color
of tone, overhead
that intersects and occupies
a bottomless pit at the base of a great pyramid

Getting to Work

A drove in the distance
Growing
Then a burst of pattern,
A sudden swarm;

A monotone kaleidoscope
Frozen
Bumpers together
Masking pavement.

Stuck, like the brick box buildings
Jammed, stalled, but unquiet
Restless metal,
Fluid mobile rubber and glass.

To wade, but linger, dawdle, dwindle
The transit, with success,
This lapse in the journey
Tugging pavement.

Joined, distorted chrome,
To each other
As remoras, clinging
Glued to the smoke, under sun, stale air.

To arrive, adept travelers,
Bright and able
Through the silt,
The molten plumed silt;

Gigged remoras, caught
Rolling, stopped, rolling, stopped.

summer wine

under the willow