science, or
what became of that thought?
curious circuitry
in visible
power less persuasion
with no foresight
or bracket theory
my server waits
til the fresh brew bubbles
they wont tell, any fate
behind the carbon
gravitate
a pocket inside
black penrose pants
holey hypnotized
sure as sugar
snaps
the moon has a slender smile half-cocked and pearly white
colors fade azure to indigo and lavendar pink to copper
every star a giggle practicing scales for a concert of laughter
the bare lacy trees flatten to black licorice silhouettes
for some reason i think of gumby
natural hunter
there was a time before the dark, whistling soft under my teeth said the popcorn man
and the little monkey dance kicks up clouds and jangle bells.
is it a ghost
can you see it
gone
closed in this black space there are still many details discerned in the glow of phosphor us...)
we can try infrared + subsonics he says. the screen flickers. the burning white
button smooths edges between it and nothing slither flashes on his patent.................leather.......................shoes
the room is not distressed at all, no antique antic or attic about it. maybe just a touch of zone, twilight. surely no cotton bandanas around here
one old year frightful as ice road trucking and tonight kneeling, a soundless corner in the dark anteroom she gathers from memory roses budding and leaves falling and roses budding
in a goodbye bouquet ax scented with pine and eucalyptus. the sheet rock is chipped, a foot square round hole in the wall clear through to the next room from which dust blows and circles over her bowed head. am i praying she wondered distracted by winging banners of three airplanes caboosed outside the window overhead lit up with red and white and what words they spell and what it said raggedly and waving in flowing ribbons. a message she thought and smiled at how much work there is, for no more like this again but
quiet quiet now as an outstretched arm emerges n beckons 'come forward' draped with shadowy folds of fabric a loose embrace bell sleeve and the sound of silver bracelets jingling and trembling a heartbeat seems remote but deafening. 'good bye' she said, 'old year in time'
low yo yo stuff
a gesture
dropt in cool water
the orbit salute of
wheeling atoms
sighing space between them
how infinite pause
they know it is
fingers curl round
a tin cup and handle
the invisible net drop s
we may be caught...
for one moment, almost
shifting backwards,
dueling thru a tunnel
the asphalt seems familiar
peeling random grit and funk
there is a light at the end
a lost intuition
of generosity
