the star-stoked 

eigengrau gone blue
as the fumes of a trembling
engine in early winter, yearning
yearling yodeling up to pa-
chinko its plaintive bray amongst
flash-froze gods caught 
flinching as twinkling 
mars mars ocherous 
haze encasing a glass-
y-eyed dallas in dazzling, callusing
gold, macadam corroded to arteries—see
 
the cherry unfolding from
ash, the taciturn gash of a vision in-
censing flesh from pins and 
needles nettled up
under a hen-
picked frisson to some
bright boat tail grackle en-
gendering what mere mood 
that dares to turn dear dread to
doom, endeared as leerily peering 
truth, as the pin-
hole soil’s stirred by the
dervishing rains, deranged into
quantum foam or frantic flowers 
floundering, seam-ripped
stars still pinning our
hearts in place
as the hare’s
long ears loom
over the muttering
grass blades, baby’s
breath un-
bound, all
floundering 
homeward, grey
ground down to a pearl
and the dishwater maladies
rambling now in sweet sigils
inscribed in sinewy cheese and
clam-gilt streaks of simpering grease—how
 
dishwater lapping enamelized iron might
knead your knees into ticklish slinkies,
strutting past Keats toward moaning 
Moneta or crepe myrtle claiming
a kinship with Mithra, or
Midas, or mars, or the
slobbering minotaur,
some smug, swollen
arroyo entrained by but
bilious pacing to buckle
or brace the ubiquitous rain to
march in just one miserable manner,
precluding some doom-struck flood, perchance,
some mood entranced with but brandishing
enmitous echoes against what 
dew drop’s dubious shadowkin
dancing—glance now, there, be-
 
tween buoying corn and the gum-
grey shreds of spaghetti, this
nacreous breaker flipped 
over some toast-point
quay on which
everything beckoning
here and away seems
gravy goo or luminous hymnal
snagged twixt driftwood stag horns
balanced on point, a collusion of gloom-
y no-see-ums incensed to seem here some-
thing akin to the feeling of foil freed, the fragrance
of pencil shavings pestling only                  : |