Colors may shift
through morphed lines
across warp times
colors may drift
Colors may rift
temperate signs
veteran kinds
that colors may lift
Invention is
dialectic
add synthetic
morph conventions
Grown dimensions
energy shelves
compound themselves
inside intentions.
Why is light and life
a cascade in myriad forms
sprung through nothingness
Why does gravity
bring all matters together
social distancing.
Evolving wrong
directions night
blind at first sight
leaves break new songs
Synthesis strong
packed very tight
no need to fight
reasons long gone
Stake department
eats meat quite rare
corralled pairs
veal compartments
Unions blent
conflated air
corporate shares
hearts shoved stents
The Earth is too pure;
fade with death to forget truth
existed elsewhere
The ocean is pure;
Jesus is truth, you, not much
exists before tomorrow
Death purifies sin
a soil tide line
taking the lost home.
Ontological
everything said rises
time shuffles itself
Cascades of fury
waters’ fighting turbulence
carve the course of time
Relativity
close to the edge of zero
singularity.
Mourning’s red clouds arise
after the midnight sun
with a day that breaks
like the powder of a gun
wind arises and no one knows
when small rippling patterns mint
where waves will go
The enjambment of lines
is the sweet breadth of time
with knots to cross rolling seas
four poor sheets to reach shore
On high planet plains
stand summits of mortal refrains
hyper-cubes of gruel
lessons learned for school
Row, row, row your oaths
penitently down a stream
barely, barely, barely note
where it leads is not the joke
Mars is higher than Earth’s
moon low on the horizon cloaked
Jupiter izs higher than Mars
Pluto ‘s summary tension stars
The body belongs to the world
yet mind arises within it
terminal flesh crumbles to pathetic dust
while spirit continues without it.
Thirty winks
eschew broadcast union plinks
defrappe a feud dollars more
with gall to skid news brinks
Apposite spin
construct something to begin
faithless opposites digz games
subtletract names for easy wins
War, the fountain of youth
of political lies
flows few drops of truth
‘neath layered bridge-spans of sighs
Tragic jokes of hair loss aside
toss fate if spring is late or fried
winter baldness never ends
nor violent comedy broken hearts fend
Army archaeology expeditions start
drift mining to recover lost quarkins history
war lunches a thousand hips and parts
where intellaphobic peace time is mystery
Silent spring slaps down birdsong
the one of hot asphalt, craters wit herd bongs
budding leaves of crenelated rime
black liquor paper-pond shine.
Their tired political theorists
are raveled tactical satirists
providing explanations for the dead
merging evolution for the reds
A pure land of nematodes
grilled with ugliest media mud
from niched babes in beastly nodes
glow dead diners to be thrilled
Grisly chrome from Maine to Nome
shining things under the seas
gassed the night to burn the day
far flung sewer’d land of conehead loans
Defend oiled tarmac and pcb pots
defend the soil of union slaves
defend the darkness of evil days
to love the devil, like as not.
Chop logic, cut it down
chop logic, to the ground
cosmos tree, ever grow
cosmos free, God only knows
Free the slaves
liberate the dead
from chains of sin
and words unsaid
A million fake Christs
with nothing to say
trillions of bloody reichs
to crucify each way.
