You Look Like a Bug

visionaries cluster

                                           look

an outpost

                   rhythm clusters                fortunes

gulls terns and swallows stay for a crumpet

she visits once more

 breathes life

                     into the failing museum.

come and cohort with my despair

clouds cream over the tumulus

           rag time won’t do it, febrile and stocky he is the scourge of the Combs.

puerile in a haven of hot folly.

play us a madrigal or something magical

throw arms into darkness, a bright penumbra

smoke out the idea or else use  primitive traps

like the wild old cold and  golden days

get swept up in the vacuum of infinity.
heart says no
intangible abstracts stack up violently, saying is this what we care about, this unreality?

so there it is 
still writhing

chess pieces lie scattered in a zero gravity chaos of divine loss.