Heuristic Purge
An orchestra of
redrawn bigotry is
indifferent to
unbiblical others
their unguided objections
decry with hybrid knuckles
venting injured
prurient voices
their reason for being
so loud
Beryl of the Belted Poses
Seas psychologically dressed
impartial to a presence
in the darkness between
long distances of life every written day
The central lilt
to this modest world
A nearby garden moved
in a calmed hurry
Staying at either end of the
parentheses hotel
the sheep with no beginning
hung in countryside hubbubbery
Maybe they'll sit in characteristic jests
A living forest senses
who was just the theater horrific
in the breadth of both kitchens
Flamed for the Sound Within This Place
A symphony that birds the theatrics
of all previous broken hearts
that have run dry long ago
Another day up in the sheet
became written by then
in a sunken magazine
Still the only static pileated image
of shallow silver waves
to a whippoorwill passing by
drifting deeper in the same sky
The ancient star did not know
that the bees knock on his door
every time he was alone
From his eyes to his face
leaving the house with his tombstone
in his own words
crickets
Quagga Muscle
Whether
here nor there
Not by half or by
the other half
The lines run until they don't
folding of the first day
turns into the ocean
ancient families washed away
in a tidal draught
halfway through the cemetery
Buckle up the earth
always too much
or not enough
invasion or
extinction
our regimen is not done
until the tendon snaps