Heat bends the trees
until they're sighing
l i m p l y
and my knees scraped and papery
with sugar stuffing popping
makes me cry, mostly I smoke
staring at a battered sky, purple
like love is when you've slipped
into the mist-prairie with
pollux-twinklebit's petal-detritus
Mother you're famous! Look at all that
r e s p e c t
hanging on the wall,
in cotton, linen and in silver!
like these ideas the borage blossoms
h a r d
against biases of drunken walls
who is my eighty-one?
who is my eighteen?
the prairie grass swallows all difference
into a harmonious chromotune.
Little water splindles
they plurr, they plurr
the silk between silk
and sky, what poppies
exultation wear.
and a january amaranth
a noble rune in snowbank
dissolved and desolate, so late
the undoing of a ravenous sundown
in excruces numb-weather.
two medievalists in a
tree, what do they long for
they long for me
and five pentacles sus-
pended in plain-air
jangled chime-tones
sing through every bone
the ancient bones, the ancient
stones, the ancient bloods, the
yes leaves those too, and so
forth.
A yesment stands forth, but
flimsily so; clearly temporairie.
Sodhouses linked under-
ground form a mighty snakeways
system of lockets and lingers
blank barbed insouciance metaphorlingual
abscondment informant dormant bookstop
It was a vowel onslaught of many names
melding of such and verbness
A soft rain of letters, holed and lacy
They landed randomly
on trellises and pages
riffled through with soft hands
a paper caress
and sharp definition
experience takes place in the mind
in "mental pictures" which are born
through a narrow passageway: a pen,
an image, a quick gesture into the vision-world
how does one learn to do this
i apprentice myself in the southern caves
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