Willow from another galaxy...
The load of common argument
feels underwhelmed and hardly hidden
—boars with helmet holes know where this leads—
peace an albatross
thwarting what is riven,
play of tape and styrofoam
the loft that it is given—
more the culprits vagabond
cries for precious baggage
gone to dim-sum abattoirs
where larks float in procession,
birds of altered paradise
in words of bantam structure
burn away like Avignon
the bursars of the mighty.
Chill in all my demon states
the real on the front burner
glows in rectitudal longing
forced against the paper
singed like lotus avatars
bent to differing height-bars
rose to master primal tracks
where cold can grow unending.
Bare the greasy willow skein
called upon a gloaming
rivaled in a sudden charm
foiled with chrome and croning
basking all its buskitude
in circles of drawn net;
interferes with drama travel sutures
bears upon neglect,
throws a different polywogger
down into the depths,
roars of vacillating squirrels
mired to tethered bets,
flawed in vaudeville starry troopers,
queens upon a sill,
vows to take the next way higher
turn another trail.
Born upon the astral remnants,
torn upon the spring,
form becomes an empty olive palm
upon the brain
where the coming of distractions vend
a leak of quarter-cup
stars upon the lunar bake sale grow
another heart.
Yet in deed we're all among it,
flinging in the dust,
still the beam goes omni-dextrous
only what we know
surrounds the yellow of our crawling
discontent...
lambcloud with eye like Diana - green - mine
