poem: sugar vibrates

[Poem prompted by the Ducornet of La Coste. Her prompting photo here.]

slug nursery
corner of fifth & vine
the natural nasties
vigorous absolution
his dark materials
gauging the weather
vain, simple sugar
vibrates the moon
douses the lights
ambulates the most
lame, fisheries all
casting the rest in filigree
most fine
step into this
feel the vagaries
whisper the last
time you just
might
have:
Barcelona
1978
the whispers down the hall
most sluggish
most divine
most missing
the passage home.

[Accompanying soundtrack:]