down a piece of paper
and try to be read by anyone
let’s not fool ourselves
it will not be done
with grace and ease
it will be dirty, full of sleaze
a raper, in temper to taper
in disgust, must be shoot
this or that what not
whom which why
where when what plot?

Crumbs gathered and run through
a morsel of despair and who are you
to tell a difference in a name
on that side of the road, try to bend
it and shiver out of context, true,
tidbits, nag whack and bull!

Let’s get ready to stumble, fall
head on over heels and full
in the eye of a loosened string into
a pocket pouch of godliness
and shimmering, glancing,
shape mingling, head turning,
heart burning, hearth reflecting,
color aching bewildering jewels…

There’s no time for truce
or knocked down despair
wring a head of lust around
the corner of your eye is muddy
let’s pretend this is it
and you will never find the end
of your red thread knot
to slice and dice
in departing arrows and flight
with furies renowned to thee

say “I love you” and blessed be
hallowed thy name , in grand
explicating, shallow, mellow,
fury bating, crossed, simplicity
false hood or bite to the bone
a marrow quickly turned to stone
it dangles on top of a mountain
screams towards a inner self
no rest no true remorse

just bring course plates around
through yourself into another dish
out all plates and bring
to the round table anew
stew of pork and beef
and chicken too, eggs,
greens and apple trees in bloom
will fill your stomach true
not just to the rim
praise the Lord!
and vomit on Him


sip and dip and lip
your tongue will grow
mold with brew in wine
contemporary tales
over your lost memories
a shimmering bout of cloud
a dancing relishing flame
sprout out in ponce
leave coopers dangling
on an iron chain
in a close looked chest

strip that foul ointment
Baast let in some air
in a comfit urn
take turn to tumble and burn
ashes, dust or hay
it will not matter
less than what if
or why not?
somebody else
will bring the oil
and hold decay at bay

four foot rabbit
green sleeves a robin’
tail tucked and run!
touched out of dignity
no prominence and fun
that dance across
your chest will burn
and breath will turn
and turn around again
same rush old fuss
stay glued in puss
and gloss the pallet
my new found habit