{the willow weeps the kitten sleeps}

enter the walrus ending the tall tusk the water has only begun to adjust to its intimate sunset evaporate from it turning its depths into shallow and half wet bodies of water and bodies of sun battling bodies to battle the one thing lacking attacking in record of having have had it had not it been better to have but the wetter was bad and the dryer has pads paved in pavement paid in patience but always quite glad to part with the part for the heart of the matter was only the cart filled with mangos filled with rain blown away from the pond leaving mud to harden to crack to garden until lush and tempted with greens mending it seems is actually unattained without rain without plant without seed but yet to be seen while the ant in verse is free today the day to come is days away when the walrus plays again in the sun without mud in its way.



TWENTY-FIVE JULY TWO-THOUSAND-TEN

{instinctual extinction}

inching sideways on  a plane perpendicular to my perception and parallel to my cognizance complacency creeps in from above answering only to the antithesis of the situation subtleties sound and abstain from their agony in favor of favors and parties and participants revelries abound and enter pleas of not guilty until it pleases the court while courting the judge and coercing the plaintiff into consent vested in its blindness and stricken with light while struck with gravity and struck with its gravity and struck with the gravity until stuck and maddeningly the menace manages to maintain its message maturing in nutrient rich soil until blossoms bloom and perfume the garden the scent tinted air laced with oxygen and poisoned with good intentions left unmentioned until menstruated from the brain in the form of sterile saline solutions cleansed from its own fluids in its own liquids left to drown drawing in the surrounding moisture until it coated the lungs drips through the liver removing the toxins and is again excreted through cycles of biological metaphor porous in their transparency and sordid in their sobriety still reaching for the throttle




TWENTY-FOUR JULY TWO-THOUSAND-TEN

{Into the thought dropped the rock rippling ripples till ripples dropped}

dancing on the edge of a moonbeam a particle of darkness drifted into soothing rays of comfort reflected off of a cold dead piece of our past that was once our body and into the slipping streams of gravity and sympathy plummiting towards our own inhibitions and stopped by our own futility destroyed with our own retention of our own ability to end our own ends and make meet our own two feet on the fluids of time and soaking up to  our eyeballs we blink and get washed over through our ocular intake valves overload our sensory sensations and slip out of the current into the simultaneity of all moments that have been and never could be until the instant that the insistence of ineptitude fell flat in comparison to the elongation of elevation excited by the mere existence of an entity who was not entangled until entwined and like twine wrapped and tightly together wound with what desired to be and desired what was in its wholeness and with precision and empathy touched slightly below the target but above and across the bar dripping wet and soaked too. 

drawn across the page like the ink with no pen pooling in public display and treating the whiteness as yet to be conquered to turn the page on the story witness to the entirety and estranged by the one thing that implanted its seed for the first time and had yet to grow strong enough to withstand the wind for the first time longer the the length of the branches that seeped from the seed growth had found itself rampant and the crop was culled and pulled back into the ground as feed for the future distributed and undisturbed by the hardest part of the harvest. 

deafness struck the diamond with a touch of delight sparkling at its sound splicing lightning into prisms from the ground and sparking fire from the frosty air frightening itself in duplicate and desecrating the dirt under its pretension into presenting its strained sanity through the gauntlet and pressing its prefabricated facets into the ashes marring its image in its own image and refracting that concept internally until it bleeds dust sharpened by a sieve and concentrated to the power of three and cleaned by the sap from the tree that used to be before the clouds split dropped the hammer into the flames of the furnace hardened to the point of brittlity and touched by the power to obliterate into particles to set adrift into the darkness.

NINETEEN JULY TWO-THOUSAND-TEN

{The Inclination}

two dots smeared on a drop sunk into the top and starting to rot plip plop skip hop skull tock crick crock moving at slow straying from stop flailing in tow of the rising tides globs of sand disappearing under tan blowing in the granules listening to the panning jewels vibrations span the pool and land in hands that brandish tools powered by the plug ensued in suit of branding tongues with tooth
and into the red bled black with swirls streaming from the crack in the color ominous odor fighting with stubble scrapping the muzzle and grinning through troubles tainted by subtle supposition rendered in fat and fattened by fate strangled in safety and pinned against the rail screaming and breaking until the flesh deprived itself of breath until the breath described itself with wet until the wet would weep into flesh seep into sex and excrete itself red
but the hands held the tools
chased by the chasing chain inserted in locks metal scrapes tasted of day antagonized by the rusting sail freedom smelled of lasting impressions and scars healed black with an aftertaste that tasted of crimson tasting lilac
and still pushed forward the backward motion pulling itself behind out of the sky and into the darkness shattering stars with sickness gripping stiffness diamonds cutting diamonds cutting rhinestones cutting themselves down to sizable slices served with cider and ice dripping enticing signs of the second hand in the charcoal smeared across the char and healing
and dealing with the situation at hand