poem: unleashing the wonder

for amy and mateo

All the honeybutter
mingled with glimpses
yearning the midnights
& applemornings
May – may? – nay, will
accumulate in the simplest of
twinning twining souls
thee to she & he
hearttwinedtwinning
earth babies, answering calls—
worldwide blossoming
Tapping the wunderkinder in your
raring to go: she
asked out of deepest asking
imminent blessings
permutations of a calculus
saturated with
incandescent wonder:
never the solitary wayfaring ways
gather your blooms to bosoms
Entwined: sample your treasures
under a lambent sky
reeling with the splendor
of epistolary, of
prescient, of
evergreening, evermarveling, everseeing, itchycoo-gleaming—thunder

one word: iron: fishy tales

collapsing rhymes, this
iron resolution riddles
the sublime
tickles the ivory
vagrants in they
classy lil jibes:
answer the blistered
options: i crammed
for the last time, all
rumors to the con
trary.

one word: styrofoam2: wound time

dim sum
organic chemistry misses
the point, if pointing
is your bliss, point west
she misses the point all
the time: grasp the tear,
animate the wound
time gathers you to
her womb.

one word: styrofoam: signs of liquid

delilah's mean flavors
gathering storm in the foamy
mouths of billy-babes
we fashion our times
in the biomes of the west
we sense the demise
of nautical pleasures
we ape the rim
angle for the rival's
exposure, coasting down
the vital signs
of liquid treasure.

one word: foreign: boogie that

tangle your groove, mister
split them infinitives
like it’s rapture
simple is the best
pesto, she
asked twice & you
gave only once:
hardly the quota you
wuz after, now wuz it.
shimmer this way, boogie
that: biblical negotiations will
ever ensue: you needn’t
lose sleep over that one:
that one left her mark
long after the gold
rush.

poem: optics gather

astral barbecue
blender maze
time best spent in
otherdreams of your
other's other
dipshit qualities down
the esplanade
snugging your harbor
circumventing the glassy
eye, the vernal twins,
the seasonal vine,
the glad-to-see-you
inventory man,
she of the cobalt de-
colletage, a crimson
glory even you won't
want to miss,
this friday morn, in your
thursday's nougat
insensate wonder,
a boogieland express,
the ground opens to reveal
vestiges of your twelfth
dream, the one that began
after your bus-missing life
ascended to the purgatory
of apple climes, is it any
wonder we roam
blissfully blissful,
taming the baby kibbles
robbed of their moony
faces, clammering little
gummi bear lounge lizards
get out your lizardpants, boy,
ain't the spaztec quadrants
nuff wonder for your
tangerine striations
i seem to remember
that night
that semblance
that next to me sen-
sation stemming the tides
of your distal agonies
the twerky chasms
blow wider with casual
dreams, they sleep wide
the emerald doors
you can forget the optics
gather the pins
invigorate little miss missy's
intelligence while she
renegotiates the summer
dawn.

one word: foreign: Demeter pleasures

slick pasting the galaxies
i wonder
i wait for the next digression
I infatuate beyond plenty
seven times the seven dreams
of these foreign times
ask your eternal questions
in the next Demeter, pleasing
pleasure paints
the least of your worries . . .

poem: these variant times

girded loins &
videotaped hullabaloo
this blue rivals the six
means to heaven
a passionate delegation
of missteps,
conjurer's arts mangle
the magnetic pose
i rival the colors
of seven munchkins
lost in revelry
the mighty Oz
gathered his storms to meet
the Sumatrans
little clicky clock
admirals
violating the rules
of engagement
I'll bring you home
the skies weep the timeliness
of these variant times
evening the odds
as past lives carry
the motives,
marry the intentions
of lamb-chewing postulants
savoring the minty
fields, retiring Busbys
accentuating the positives
cost/benefit analyses
inside the lines
outside the city limits
overturning vagrant laws
in the downtown of
uptown heavens
you cast your fates
she angles for less
than a favorable return
downtrodden interest rate
interests her more
a shuffle-boogie charts
west of the naked side
phosphorescent Lizzie on
the loose, ambling
by, calibrating your
fall &
hers
altogether.

poem: last to query

(Ally donated the opening line . . . )

give me a disaster
well-toned, heart-blistered
desire in the darkest tombs
a casual dissemination
of all that crawls
the darkest halls
in any way
the roads will wander
love gasping
for the simplest of breaths
tsunami castaways
we fall for the last & only
the carrion blessed
the righteous mess
of his glowing divisions
I ask & the answers
evade the blue
mirrors, the suffering
ground upon which
we stand, shifting
sands, you were the last
to query the winds
darkness burnished
first light
tremors of the least
of your angels
spreading so quickly
knowing the lost
the trusting soul
in diminishing fifths
take your golden
opportunity
to the flea bag hotel
cry eyes and hearts out
the rhythm tenders
the last will gather you
the perils will
stab through the bluest
dreams, leaving
grace as your only
raining daughter.

poem by attrition

Poem for a contest, "carved" out of the paragraph at the Crazy Horse journal link:

Bullwinkle’s Serenade

Clear talking:
I'm trying to say
a little-known moose,
blissfully honeymooning—
wee pants I encounter,
and fire,
bear-proofed:
all the things one does is not
a gay hideaway,
a Porta-John:
I am proud to say it is
quite
the opposite.

poem: the honeybees have it

filial junebugs
cockroach filaments
gazing down the long
cool road
episodic filibusters
in the whether ways
castigated soups of processed
cheese
(Mother Velveeta)
intimations of immortality in
the back rows
genocide orphans, fabricated
ne'er do well
the vigorous pie
eclipsed mamasita's
artesian well:
if you
measure the seismic
waves, spaghetti
western minutiae
Bobo the Fool
with his castanets
netting port o' potties
in Port au Prince
the rakish blonde
mango tacos in a blue
6 Couer d' Alene
epistolary magic,
trident emissaries,
elemental
periodic
tannic
kisses
on the cheap.