A Dovetail from the Meniscus
My eyes would catch the sky — light-hearted
until the trance — horizon buckled down deep into my pockets,
Enlighten, squared and steep in time, but with each return to the dawn
With the courier Sun,
And the sky sits there synonymous with each passing
Souvenirs what was possibly undreamt, without coasters,
just floating
Like a hippo camp,
An ardor push narrower and narrower under the hippo camp
A twinkle from rift sand pursed to a classic, interlocks in lifts, an orbit
Some graze, but not boisterous, just marinated, strenuous of transformation
And tones dovetail from the pockets, while the peripheral flanks under the looking glass
Up
Comes the lift, mosaic
encampment, the most photogenic of all dovetailing, Capture, a topside-up dilation
— a trance
A steam engine full of bayonets pause
When the weather steepens
And looms,
Beauty becomes a sort of meniscus
while faces don’t change,
The world — pregnant with ammunition
steadfast keys
piano,
and fortissimo,
moderate builds,
Moderate party
And the lull rampant,
Unhurried
a busy street
Takes snowing,
A petal hovering,
That long lull
Memories keep you reminiscing — Priming the moving target
A pocket of time can be a swath,
A rouse
Like an oath, it sets apart the natural world
A cold breath, but its timing collects as you come together
fungible as well, corners of the world
In the distance can be heard, “Let’s go.”
The Shrink is on the way.
Everything is going to be alright,
Onsets a big-picture, broad and boasting
But not yet spreading,
Moments are said,
Will these memories come again?
Look into the big-picture
There’s the tap
That infinitesimal sense from orchestration.
We sleep knowing the shrink is on the way,
But wake merely knowing the day.
And yet if I flick the switch,
The beautiful Medusa would say otherwise.
Whimsical Perch
Sprout, once the backyard fences are up
Like a gate to the heart, desire —
becomes a helix evident of light; Remixed!
copter, copter, copter, come!
A pivot spinning with the forceps of cruxes
— Float
shades pulled like curtains,
Here comes set the Sun
