Battle at Bombay pop.

my eyelashes are admiring

the hazy reflection drizzle (by)

Bombay pop and bamboo fiddlesticks.

christs, fights, and latch-stick watchtowers.

kites, Roman Candle pipes, and neither bridge is

folly.

this row found hero’s cliff rolling

and cigar smoked hum-lightly

when

there are various starry assessments

to be made about the

marrow-sharpened interludes

while the green soldier grips

pound grenades, treats the ground kindly,

and looses the wooing moon.

I.

(pink cored lava clouds,

you’ll be in time.)

bump cat tick tack,

bumb cat arson attack

I…I….I…

(I.)

prying colors from my teeth

I sit, sparkle all over, with

my benched-thought trial

flung behind my back

when I gave up.

Freestyle.

"When you create from the anger, you start to heal yourself."

orange ornament.

a large part of what the

pants must wear

is the cockrobbin.

checkered lock bobble,

capulary orange ornament

puckered jackrabbit,

(and the directional cashberries

sublimate without a sound.)

Jacknuggeted.

steamed windmills

and rubies procreating

singing, in the breeze.

by the knife, the wife

and the shallow-hearted trife,

groans, gallows, and gallops

away faster than the wind’s white horse

in fragments and pieces.

dictate to the ducktape the hallowbatted

informational, so we can

ghost, get, and fodder.

(chimes in her hair

turn into icicles

when she goes outside.)

Helios - Ayres

The rays of lyres,

Melodic sun.

Another lazy day.

Whispers of laws to gain.

The letters across the trail.

Grumbling giant’s

stomp-earthquake.

(All eyes shining.)

Rainbow's Tears.

Rainbow’s tears beating back the wind,

but fate is coming in the

pailing light.

thoughts for Elizabeth Fraser.

sailing salience

wide sparkling kites

in the sky.

yellow sand saved

in small glass beakers

as you finish them.

rounded, signed, and sent

daffodils and Aloysius.

streams of laughter

brilliant quills of crystal.

shim-shimmer.

lay your paw upon his soul.

too much trust, Ben.

been going, going, gone.

wear the gleam right off his soul.

valley folded

wishes were trusted and barrels

bolster shame domino.

churning gears over

grassy dread’s death.

all aboard, going Inna

in an eternity

down and

stairs and children

coral flashes and calloused sounds.

pink. orange. red.

ribbed and veined

ribboned and sultitan Itan.

(thoughts for Elizabeth Fraser.)

eno and budd.

gypsy violin wanders the mislabeled city,

tastes lip and first light.

movement of the red ribbon twirler

dancing for days.

cream spotted catacomb

hides stars and mirrors.

the man on the corner in the rocking chair

calls birds above chiangmai.

so happy to be noticed, they chirp

harp-dotted lullabies and join the arc of doves.

unified movement melts the sky,

hurt unraveled.

haunting voices and chill air

among fields of crystal.

dark bells whistle in the wind

through lonely fences and blue succumb stares.

poem.

we see you in you.

we speak as one,

to you, as you,

and us as

blind wild turquoise waves

grown, like you.

parataxis eyeisis white.

I am unsure of where

the ground stops

and I begin,

or turn,

and sapphire stripped ducklings

wander the

xylophoned ocean

copia.

pale purple clouds mix

sea and symphony.

fireworks explode overhead

like a forced passing spirit

midlances and sets the sun.

baby-blue pastel lifeweights

barter and bargain all over my

(repose in blue.)

red.

Don't want to be free want to be with you.

words.

boiling rain.

Shambles. Bone scrapes.

sequenced twirling streamers.

fiercely. Fiercer. Fleece can’t sleep.

backswords thunder.

Sheets of sonic silk.

confusion lilies.

vibrant pink pianos.

Symmetrical sap.

treasury three step.

totems from the Red-Sleeved Warr.

A whole flock of fair-pinned cranes.

side wise bubbles.

bamboo floors.

(melodied skipping stones.)

love.

body peels, sheds, and sparks, glinting like sharpening steel.

static pleasure conductor,

want not blessings sings, silver slings, or marbled images.

ever after, ever always, never shedding halting hot.

arousal sounds stir and sleep and ask

topples towers, such and moated

piano keys stomp and pretend to run

ill climb aboard

trust the window reflection in the slow motion train

finger exercises are over

moonlight guiding our hands,

moment, ground break, dishes fall and shatter on the tile floor

and purr

trilled laughter behind a white fence

bucked truck, but cheek only twelve.

i want a soaked picture to remember this by

imagining, daydreaming, fortune telling, and riding

ladder rungs

of haste

suicide bombers and flower pedals

comparisons have been made

by mounds, gods, and round hobbled trounce

cursive letters written in the sky

doodling into meaning, then yelling,

“graces golden glory mountains high!”

(sparkle and traipse an arrow, spade and narrow.)