Saturn
As another moonlight saunters
on inlets,
let's agree Saturn can set:
the moons will use its rings as a table,
and as euphoric as their blurry mind
can be like
MDMA intoxication.
Jupiter; he been watching,
he'd been lurching like the lurch of
ominous wings with no shadow
they say it is all but a mythos. But it's also ether,
or whatever
most culture vultures: lowly dictate various ways to
autoerotic asphyxiate
One
The secret garden locks
hidden hummingbirds scoff
A topography withered
for even my ossuary-sun
coded in winter grey
cold is the opposite of órale
it is an overlay,
Jack Frost is an odyssey
Ender,
when
even as we're wincing at
lack of lush seedling
there was once heavenly season;
in our adobe castle—
In these last few ragged-years
how we going to accept there was never, once,
an abode of obtrusive-actions against insurrections and purge...
The funding of time
watch as it washes out and up
ungrown, from growth
a messy mess slipping from science,
Robots to mimes
Cemetery Walled
Alit shame that all I know—
can never haunt me at last—
shall I swallow slow, howling winds
and petrified like sedimentary
rolling hills? shalt it burn
like habanero when we we're kids
rudimentary in my kinship's eye?
then Mr. Welch provided milk
seems a little ironic now,
how it wasn't grape
he really was mama's best friend—
then he propositioned her
or at least she told me on, some summery day,
she, had the world in the palm of her hand—
and quickly, he'd die old;
quickly she died young