2

Lost in winter’s pendulum
with a ticking rabbit moon
rolling in frosty grass,
he faces grey skies and derelict sheds.

Strokes of violin blue
on a compliant canvas
reverberates at midnight ticking
close to his own meeting.

Strands of raw umbra
coils around the chaotic heart.

Sienna burning at midnight
shapes birds dancing
with dark feathery chains,
dissolves in French turpentine.

Paine’s mist wraps him
with a wild winter sky,
throbbing lights of instant grey
that beckon to the wolf.

The obnoxious undead
clearly have an agenda
as tidal scores
of absolute presence
roll across the circus floor.

Faces hiding from the going,
star eclipses and wishful perceptions
speak into a would-be void.

Clothes on a cloth line are sails
a sunny shanty town walk
where steep leads to liquor
and moments of forgetfulness
listening to the radio.


“Ignore me you fool
with a dark reason to shine,
ignore me and elegance will drop
ungraceful and die
in an old bowl of pips.
I am the unbroken voice
the awesome day
perception collapses
in mirrors gone astray;
understanding is washed out.”

Stretching and twisting skyline
far beyond the one hand drawing,
invisibility develops in shades
and shapes of light.

The coal calls for attention
at the end of the day
with details that move continuously
toward the never completion.

Black eyes formulate motion
in an ordinary universe
with tall orders and servants
that melt into the grade.

Derelict days of wonder
reappear on rough paper,
a present whim
leads the hand astray.