Saturday, September 9, 2017


Moreover warm especially they
Flourish don’t want the net
Of highest fire confidential
At any rate they remember
Darkness at their core
Blasting nothing wave from
Nowhere more by the road
Of the brethren of the
Sentinels lost their way to
The empyrean white and
Holy pardon of fire (aroused
Insensate shoulders
Between clever as they
Gather their silver and they
Treat each drama in their
Garden unhitching
Their sons and
Beneath the youthful
Spiraling star-born cycles of
The sky) moreover they can
Watch themselves as
They press hardfast to
The ground one person
Praise perpetuate after
Another turning away from
The absolute attainment
Of shroud hole to the
Staggering glory of
The light.


Sunday, August 27, 2017


Next Sunday look at
Spider jukebox sands of
Swinging square and
In precision all the
Make-ready housed in
Inhibition cupboard
Roused his vital
Floating pure feeling
Wouldn’t be many
Names appalled out
Of the faces of
Dim-lit in their
Great day of
The feast harrowing
Hymnal can suppress
Their imprecision
On the other
Hand their sleep-welt
World of phyllotaxis
In English style and
Manner floating the
Horses and their
Manes in the realm
Wouldn’t tame
Him happenstance
Nor red-brown in
Their accuracy and
Seclusion out of
The faces of
Hinged after
Dinner blood
And bones
As slot-closed
In completion.

Sunday, August 20, 2017


Make force ready
Peace formidable and
Glistering ship sincere
Smeared enough to
Be sanctified pristine
In his virtue without
Pause in this withering
Quicker than his dish
Has chosen to make forever
Ready to reflect his true
Accounts pristine in
Their virtue sanctified
By second hoyer so
Plainly had he worked
Worth having to make
Earth ready head spent
Upon the nightstand
On the basis of
His eternal music
Perfect polygon
Pristine in
Its treasure
Trove of its own
Distinction had he
Not toward him
Only so much of
His hiring with their
Collars run up on
Twenty-nine masters
Of ornament
And beauty.

Saturday, August 12, 2017


Country of the passenger
Pallor composed of
These grids of blue
Oratory in the
Shrouded turning
Walking through highest
Kitchen fossil
Blackness depth
From yokes of iron
Rescues the sure
Enough the trusted
Resemblance the
Semblance of order
From chaos from
The best thing of
No importance
In which his final known
Singing widow world
Of blue heaven sphere
Flickering green
Blue human born of
Native planet
Shorn of heavenly
Metal stanchions
Altair looms above
Him funneled
Lithe and shaking
Huge decipher sphere
Up and let us be
The ceiling of
Dimensions dark
Or lightness
They may

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Hall of Mirrors

Sallow nested time
And manhood washed
Away the lover’s half
Asleep by outer
Circumstances sail
Unfurled the banquet
Slowly rushing through the
Hall of mirrors dare
Not look one
Way nor the other
Before him nor
Could remember neither
Future tense nor
No bits of subtle
Heartbeat sentiment
Hiding there beside
The likeness
Of himself
The thinly veiled
Consultant credit
Image of children
Rushing down the
Hall crashing headlong
Maybe childhood’s ripe
Refraction judging
The people
Of the