insects in freefall

ground cover under the climbing fusion fruit
covering ground over pearls in aqua caves
send e-mails to any hidden camera shy
leaves falling from books in a laundry chute

eternal round of life and retort in a quark minute
the barbed spike and water green rose’s palm
mothering square feet of decay
breathing on the face of everything in it

around the world zephyr harmattan and sirocco fly
in local time little bugs in the biome
pruning the wave that curls space and crashes
the horizon and seeps upward through the sky

then the insects sing of a legendary carapace
retaining the memory of their fall from grace

sacred effect

driven by fear to walk in the night
I found the grace to get back there
on the morning of the first day

when I was immortal
I had love
I took refuge

and then in my dream
a fox turned into a small girl
it's all I remember
but it haunts me

my ardor was pure on the first morning
our humanity spiritualized
goddess everywhere
too much for one man

now I look across myriad revolutions of mystic hearts aching
and I see our daughter has grown up meantime
with gold eyes to gaze through space
where her life lies beating

mystique

in equal tight ears
I can move peacewise
inside cloud-water though

from here in arrears
and pregnantly pause
wife and daughter go

and the short-waist seers
from cigarland with canes
arrive and beat me so

when the former appears
I'm holding my sides
they split when winds blow

dense fog covers the pretty things
step on one and it stings

gambler’s date

drizzling a little in Needleswood
light blue greenly lit gray where the bettor stood
I had half a mind so never spoke
yet when it came to save myself
toyed unwisely for a joke

it must had to do with just such rot
night brain finally frightened chance so the leaf caught
upon a fir branch where it made a home
the season sent a harbinger
kindly beaming from a tomb

but all the good in the world fell flat
unwhole and hollow and meshing nothing
but the head and cap
this one uses language for a gap
and stoves in against the faultline
'til time emptied the hat