pendulum; free swinging in a defined space

rain and a thunder train but no lightning to whiten chew chew .

woohoohang on a swinging clothes line

winter-----spring
lime chartreuse pistachio patch of cotton puff white too on the asphalt
my car in another rectangle reflector.

huge mist tree no see no children on the park streets
only sprigs of grasses reclaim concrete

bent buds

warning red and blur


lights tangle glow green in the grass, a sky.
sketchy lines onto the fading fast memory

4 amaryllis blooms pink and the non scent of white flowering
out the door.

a not bad today's shade shower

luminescent incessant twisted air our lungs twine
the open of lamps and eyeshades

awake i feel good thus
thud

water war wintergreen snow.

to heal the wound in the room the sky is looking up

others i keep in my vision are not. but

voice boxes unattached to bodies. chattering me silly. whirlwind and the train again

excitement in daffodil
a retarded yellow

i record

spinning for no good
i exchange one pair of dirty jeans for another. broken record skipping through a cold house,

nothing means
even the genius who write the bible

babble in places no sensed comprehension of multitudinous interpretations

rain and thunder train

rumble ramble

what grounds the ground?

the apex of my poem. a stabilizing thought of god
some third eye it
from esoteric congeries.


This is ungrounded, the wind swung wires flaming into air grass

then a crew in a white truck come to fix
the power outage did not effect the light of my world

instead one day into another day
long phrases of similar cadence