Rejiggering, there is a method in the array, a
concord from yolk to buttermilk, we merge by fine
condition, the order of nutmeg and eggnog.
Wave away the steam of coffee, by the Samuel
of ice, though we prefer books in rows, much is kept
of partnership, we too tenor steady.
When incident makes rigamarole of cabal, to the
whereby of ritual we chant, but aphids match
also, as pursers of riddles, within the bib.
Afore the tidy rows of flax, we press the linens,
hitherto the pride of red maples, is the organization
of sweet cakes, theft for smiles, share braids.
All the days of Pirouettes, on the ruffles of
St. Vitus’s dance, the tourbillion of light, the sun
in gyratory milling.
White caps in the shafts of Charybdis librate,
for the logan stone, whisks in oscillations pintle,
whirligigs of Ixion’s wheel.
There within we keep the time of teetery-bender,
hearts of soft rataplan drumming, all hope of sweet
jactations, periodic waves.
Then by reins of Morgan, or rival ribbons filly,
we furl from boundary lands, as excite birds fidget,
grant wishes of unabridged mandrel, thus still of
earth, sorjoin we addition, the planets.
~ Tao breeze through the Bristol wheat, the red
fife we collate by acre, what marshal we standard
for trim, fresh bread of syntax.
She kisses me and she permits color, even if by
discord, I offer her tangerine and pink, settlement
between Auden and gray.
How often she has led me from granite, to applying
her bandage of sky, she’s breathes for me, when I
am under water, or lilt awash of mist.
In the Dao of lavender, where I took cabal of
scent, there are the carols of fragrance in reverences
she whispers, darling’s of Hidcote, and of
Thumbelina Leigh.
The implementer is not saltimbanco, but restive
in the ambitious thoughts of the universe,
what joins seed between self and star, if we eft
or if we elm, or center sunflowers, or flock among
the whip-poor-wills.
Rejoice, resound, for we are in the tenacity’s
of eternal new worlds, we live in preservation’s,
indefatigable the elements imagine, the wide infinite
of vapor and fish, the science trees that take our
carbon, in exchange for breath.
There is a beating heart in the magician of
sedulous light, insiders within the dust, replete
with worlds, the odds of us galaxies, in love
by the count of space, the cinnabar is part of
our hand, and atoms scent, the Rubicon’s of
roses.
For ~
Tristram’s starling, samadhi the parched passersby,
like cranes of headdress song, the piercings gold,
command the wherewith heavens.
I saw that rapture had found a seat, a shade below
malocchio shadows, and every swift of espial,
came to balsam myrcia oil.
It was girlish day, for the ladies of olibanum, by
bustle or fans of agalloch, gladly dressed the
scented gloves, that picked the cherries.
There within the feather, said call a lazy rain, to
leave the silver perched for polish, for events
of coming Wednesday, ~
Brief,
the river’s stance between heart beats,
brief,
the wink discordia on brows of night,
if acedia is sleeping,
in calm consent of waiver.
Meek,
the banjax ruins, in provinces proceeding,
meek,
the ascendent laurels, when the conquistadors
have fallen blasé
every metier of autumn.
Folly,
the existential millennium, in technique of hours,
folly,
our December touch, in covenants of June,
twice the embrace of summer,
surrey heat, sure pairings victress.
Where by lantern skylight, finds Mnemosyne, it’s
shadows kinesthetic memories, heritage roses in heirlooms,
White Lady of Avenel, earth of unbruised soil?
There in the Masan rings of arid Redwood trees, bounty
rains are counted, soft depart from normal towers,
before the cert of seas, became erratic juxtaposition.
I thought to be wishful, a guardian hand of the orca, or
the free color fish of the corals, suffices God stars have
given to heal faith, still he rests there, wounded.
What of man kind might I celebrate, ~ of bird swallows or
oriels that vanish sweet veer, watchers who perish for
earth Mary, the Virgin remembering with all felicity,
fragile beauty, the quiet extant of kind.
Decks of years, tiers of seasons, to meditate
with eyes open or with eyes closed, to become
miniature, climbing Guinevere delphiniums,
what is in the gray brickwork of wool bundled
sight, if aurora lavender silos temple fruit before
me?
± Considering the tongue is not the delicacies
of mandarin, ascension is not practice, it is the
air, presence is examining the cider, what is
present pristine and transparent, before I
must remember brownish Johnathan, for apples
clear.
Willows of the fillebeg, emerald of the tea
gowns and petticoats, the fables of full skirt,
hold the waiting lads, in earthly latitudes and
roaring 40’s, hearts as the winds waver, what
the soul knows after viewing quivers, truth eternal
was told, when eyes first opened.
I cannot afford to walk through his gates anymore,
if I wish to open my doors, I claim no barrier,
beyond the thrush of hopes Green.
As separate night from morning, to the Viking
of midnight sun, my sweetheart truth will come,
in the subtle sun at midnight.
The warm heart is by the fire, and the moon the
bright sol remembers, and as the summer stream
glistens, my thoughts are gladden to recall.
There are reasons that I love you,
as I reason the flower,
what is graceful
of the petal, or somnolent
of purple.
I talisman the rabbits, there my
worship will be gentle,
a barrier against violence,
a quiet spirit that prevails peace,
a fragrance a child remembers
that such scent
once be real.
The prowess of caring, mentioned
in song, a poem voice singing,
which supples my carol.
An Earth is there also, that has not
known cruelty, and every man made
fear is forgotten,
life tenable for grace,
and of sturdy ground, often raised.
Watching shader from my windows, butterflies
through gelatin filters, sunlight through the
custard glass, opaline clouds by way of
barley-pattern.
I dream gauzy showcase sleep, by milk glass
and Fostoria, of the red star’s golden, light
keeper, through the ruby and the cranberry
glass.
I crimp the Lace glass of the morning table,
tapering the flint glass from the candles,
sipping flowers and sweet cream, from
stemware, coralene and Bilbao.
I will shutter lucid, views whereby the I
slumber, end-of-day glass, to globe the
moon shade through rhinestone and the
amethyst, crystal gossamers receding.
There is a cadenza tree, where I watched the
traveling minutes pass by, some with forage
cap, some with glengarry, each with valise, one
in peignoir, that did sleep, brunch coat half open.
Commencing past the Ostrich tree, which once
plucked a lock of fur, Ahe Finn, the otter
measured the leaf for fate, by the tampering
rhythms, of it’s hessian boots, spring id is bare!
The rain did not waste polish on French cuff,
or the gusset of the bean, it kept clog to the
hours by field shoe, and the final night of
winter, gave way it’s whites of cummerbund.
I held to preamble the pace of orange veldschoens,
a dart of tobacco, abridging the licorice root,
all trim of coat tail and spatterdashes thinking,
the wisdom of Windsor tie, or noon by string clock.
It may have been a belittled bell, but it
laughed the blare of gong, ± it might’ve
been the belie of sighs, but it beige baleful
the triumphant stage of wind instruments.
I might have been the waistband of the
drum, but indulgent thunder was indignant
and should I make Fife of thumb, surely
I was the child, of mired train whistle.
Though inopportune, I inter go away,
my tiptoe of felt pianos, I find the keys
leaders pluck, in revolutions of the stream,
wires of way Brennan, far above Bach.
Beyond Candia tulips were Cotoneaster cranberries,
here by visual effervescence was the choice, delightful
visa’s between lemon yellow, aubergine and crimson.
I fancied the fruit, where hues found wealth by water.
I hold the habit of walking through showers, for
the dull gray bark reveals tapestries of recessive
color, rains the tam tam of the artist, beret storms
it’s face of deliberations, raise sable, bright palette.
On chocolate roads, or across the cavil bridges
of stone, I carry fuchsia umbrella, hat brim of
iris x hollandica, I grace forward spillways,
gleamed soils turn black, or the pebbles shy tint,
raise speckled apparitions, their bashful slumber.
It’s a land of soliloquy, glen of print,
tails and tellings by tuft and turf of rush,
what compline by the cromlech, or
Celeste the faith of stars.
Lea of memory, the peat bogs of antiquity,
gray haired grist the smoke of fires,
weaving through the heart of stories,
last timbers spell of spark, kaleidoscope
soft sequence sequins, through
the evening air.
Trollies of sea and wooden ships,
spill there upon the shore, what our hearts
of sandcastles wash away forevermore.
Young who keep the songs, that whisper
other windows, ornaments that do not
shutter upon our tears.
Irish green will ever come, the endless
age of verdigris, pink heather forward, wilful
kept by time or mist, that which is Celtic,
love by rune of stone. Resolutions returning
to the spiral, ancients for the swale,
tides recumbent yet daybreak, soft
tides for blue aspire.
It was an adult day, the art of books, from
the cabinets where I remove thought, pizzicato
lettering on octave sheet of 8 leaves and 16 pages,
pamphlet stitch and Judson’s dye of glaire and
oil, King’s yellow, lake rose vermillion.
The hard chair was placed for grand ideal, a
view written on Cobb paper, half roan binding,
a walk to soil ends of ground color, ides printed
in dialects of elaborate bronze, Prussian blue and
white flake, Iliad’s of my estimations.
Wild onion skins of comb or nonpareil tones,
pale moss or tossed ochre, in varieties of thinking
seal. Bosk birches of academia, I settle touch in
the slip knot of willows, stab hemming, Baskerville
of Japan, ring reeds of tier gardens.
For captains of the prince work, front covers
indenting, hand tossed trees rooting wet paper,
cloth preamble. Leaflets of shallow troughs in minuet
vellum, blanch stems of irrational Ginkgo, adaptive
florets, isthmus of verdigris, or cone amber.
They were the children of Corinthian face,
with palatial eyes, blade and belle pre’cieuse,
pontiffs who spoke with eyelet postures,
of creamery crimping linens.
It was the pleats of conversation, incumbent
stories justifying razors edge, a difficult blue
substance in eyes of cornflower, more so,
azure by calculation.
Zouave infants of infantry compliant, by
armet or curbitiere, every caution caption
the cheek could confess, on existential rung,
where defused expression hardens.
Not the espadrilles of public Seabees, or
and principal flotilla of tears, young in the
units of sepoy, ember beginners in coal stores
Hun June, tenable cinders in couplets.
For Rolf
Busts of incense wood, manubials of Aloma ivy,
menhir of paper birch, minuets of loose leaf type,
minutes of mention, once natures of Almanach de
Gotha.
Adversaria of gondang wax, the artisans of open
secret, scholium of stone notaries, briefing buried
fractals where the butternuts had been, before
seed platen press, grew silent.
Here the penmen kept, custos rotulorum, her
public command of cliometrician, greed with meet
of mercy, when grave of yard is buried, testamur of
oleander, men who killed the earth’s child, is
acta in pica of lost memoirs.
A tiny gust, I grew no taller, joy has
always been the mannerism of lambs,
I worn grey train, that hunt my coat,
the plash only widened, churning oath.
Reticent in the thunder, Ballantine the
minstrel stones of thirst, or boards of
diction, the leaden come pilot, poet strong
resin chatter, songs above my court.
I read well, dim registers unorthodox,
therein the figurehead of ardor, foremost
misfit, beyond the shot, music came rightly
weeping, beauty vail, through weaken fist,
for douse of love, will sear burn brighter.
In pine barrens, to be branchless, by the bine
or in the spinney, capitlums of topiary, we taper
as rosemary, our cut of chervil, forth of green.
Most cull the weed, I find flower, what was
the origin of difference or autocracy there, genus
of the ascot pea, or cramp of sea lentils?
I term to leave my garlands of spirit, bright
haugh for the aftergrass, shaw Mayapples of
displaced spring, with equal beauty, rue or anise.
Ars poetica, the feminine speaking poetcraft,
customs of nouveau roman, pronounced by breasted
pins of jewelry roses, lyrical movements in stations
thematic prose.
If I took lai legends or blind self crux of sight,
I say of Christ’s or angels, I still will parable her
in visions, fables twice Voltaire.
Prequel gleam the Tudor heights or Jacobin
stars, in decorous Mestizo of predominant space,
at end her forms, I carry there.
I rehearse daily her amphimacer’s, her heart
of Pierian Spring, prose telling rhapsodic, motifs
of her principle, in writ of Alcaic verse.