Mid Evening

I'm half to blame, the collapse of inocense

where are the buckets of thorns you divide?

being rotten I half the serious the goat as serious

No! I didn't show you fluffy, so the trap lies

in the mud and brooms and the hotel fills

6pm as the shift exchanges tithes

'sUp

Apple jack confusion lost purple barrel

the lone harmony profuse to illusion's taunt

you're fixed punk like the Quaker 25

and coiling barker spindle web of gauze

that limping hall of unceasing pain

night window on a distant city from your room

of thread

I Live a Quivered Prayer

I live a quivered prayer, nary itch nor thorn

hilarious morn, the dowser's horn

in copious roars I'm silence to your curses

no stubborn fate coupled to purses

rubber etiquettes nylon tube to rancers

you half gleam in effects to answers

and in frenzied plot, I tout what's got

may this jest ne'er rest, the haze of days

the endless praise, of this fair lot

Bhikkhu Yard In Solace Dwell

Rubbing knuckles out a tree your fanciful kind

and the yellow turn where once a blossom find

the cold damp sweep with autumn mention

austere practice the portal to keen convention

and weirs follow an indirect mind's fashion

the blood history cascade of a stirred passion

Red Flower For God

The meshed green eye story haunted

like four winds in a painted hallway.

temper creature windes down the living

parchment wastes of paranoia years.

so many voices in the air and nothing added,

the thud of steps of the abandoned

Close the Valley

Flower by night as the cobble determines

the memory: ancient theatre in wings

pert machines of apocalypse.

no one interrupts the light, it penetrates

the dusk like a sword that's been in

the stone of your room for a lifetime

Dragon in Dull Shine

No narcotics and it's smiley rain drips

you've comforture the wing tips a

dozen planks to graft the angles boat

no mind a shadow in that dull ray

ox profuse laden beaks aureol

and patch puppets sing where birds

are hoax