[LUXURY YACHTING:-

 

                                         -:BRING BALLAST FOR]

The energy broker living on solid fats

blast through the mantle to extract dividends borrowed

from times immortal furnace.

You’re rich now, so what you gonna do? Divide up the words

or would it make the homage louder. Hard days of serotonin 

bleed seamlessly into melatonin nights. Opprobrium sought for roadside CPR; though

congealed days request that creation myths be soured first in busted

puddle pipes that bite at what the suction gives.

Wishing away waste water under a schedule that blinks at what it does not know.

Your kin, but this woe is wasting my life; beyond safe words, beyond masked and writhing structures. The next choice would be a promise to the guards of cascading philanthropy, bouncing out of jail, a jet ski on choppy waters.

 

 SENDER APPS

Appointments are kept arraigned and infolded; shored up against the wet weather insurance.

Spinning home south

facing globes of dancing light that are all so

ah………., grisly yet tight as air.

The supine watcher clenches a fist at the deregulated dance. 

Sloop down below where

ground by distraction &

marked; the seal is broken.

Contemporary phantoms drill further than the skull allows. 

The gallows is set

shrink-wrapped good to go

when whoosh under the stars we fell headlong

into it.

What savage proposition takes place today?

Pies are pork or mince.

Desolate warm and empty across mizzled panes that

squint at grossly welcoming ale jazz.

Hibernation ritual emergence under leaf fall garden tumbler.

What’s left? 

Deep and nutty jousting jelly

fine pies with eyes all sparkly

spot the entangled sediment 

across a dark brown trick

lurching forward guest to ghost 

before it begins; ready for

THE EVENT.

 

  

MENTAL BRACES

 

A siren brain of broken song

Too long in tooth for that

Break beats on the shore line

A woman in ‘panties’ only

Do not speak of grace or leaf frogs

Canticles of distant home

Swell up to meet the brake lights

Your gone and it is watery here now

Droplets of air form around our noses

Shuffle scratch move silently

Words are like tryptamine

The intelligent boy is swimming through them

We received word on this

That you can fall in different ways

According to the season

The sentiment is infectious

It walks to greet us wearing only shaman’s shoes

You will know when it's time for that unruly battle cry

That screams at every soured second 

With every stir of half-light bitters

Pointing and laughing

Shouting up from the street to the book that creeps

Over hands of green furze 

Wrapped in a sickly detournment

Underneath the mistle toes.