Waiting for the fizz and bubble 

of conversing enthusiasm 

only flat champagne to sip

the silent may be wise or dumb

the parts do not always equal the sum

to speak or stay sagely mum

discretion or digression betrays

the tyranny of self expression

Startled

cranes and frogs

croak

awakened anew

spring beauty and trout lily

open to air

their aromas

the green mist

of May buds

appear as smoke

our paddles dip

in the distilled still

flooded woods where

roly poly blowzy

cattails stand

like chicks on sticks

ornothopteric theatrics

paired aerial acrobatics

mirrored optics coptering

autogyroing coupled capering

In memories cemetery

pensively mending 

sieved  remembrances

no one is left to recall

the spectrum of the ice saw’s

crystal spray reflected

from the solid lake surface

gone is the smell of tarred

fish-tugs, trap nets

spun on fish racks 

and the cisco’s drying acrid

ammonia aroma

the sound of tireless

iron wagon wheels

straining at the horse’s heels

hand pumped water

the shear weight of work

moving field stone to rows

the rhythm needed to hoe

for winter cellared roots

lumbering boreal birlers

spinning the story from pulp to glory

bare feet spare sunday boots

face cords of firewood

stacked on the porch

kerosene lamps

and candle wicks

dim times unrecollected

save for forgotten 

grainy monochrome

museum  images

rocking chairs 

mocking easy leisure 

in the current pursuit

of popular pleasure

Ceaselessly restless

peripatetic sea

planet trapped

in your bed

perforce moon moved

breakers ripplets

and combers

with curling undulations

salaaming salined adorations

to the shore

whose tidings and timings

wait upon no man

The joy of after and apre

coital consensus commingling

coalescing the mutual plasma

of caressed familiar senses

into the ultimate consequent 

simultaneous seminal

spasmodic crescendo

condensing the

momentary removal

of individual divisions

into a singularity of passion

whose expression in the wild

is undefiled by

distracting distortion

We must needs go 

to paris france 

and dance the romance

i’d like gay paris

to have her way with me 

sipping on champagne

floating down the seine

magnum insane

The crows caucus

under their own cacophony

a canopy of fluttering ravens

raving in broken croaks

over populating the

many branched oaks

where is the carrion

scented so ripe?

the malodor calls the murder

in the collective unkindness

there is no conspiracy

to be selective

from loudest to least

raving any treachery 

in order to feast

The marina mast choir

halyards in the wind

beating the booms

in a shroud fuge

The thunderheads 

energy forking

to ground

arcing unrestrained

electric

unrelenting dynamic

night dynamite

dynamo blue halo

strobing cloud foddered

atmospheric aerial artillery

To the now voyager

the river is the singer

the where bringer

of rare spirit water

born on by

double ended

water walking sticks

they remain au current

through chutes paddling

to the end 

of the edifying journey

balanced ballasted 

afloat always

yet becalmed

coffined only by the confines 

of the tapered thin skinned

pointed duality of the

constant oracle canoe

In memory’s cemetery

no one is left to recall

the spectrum of the ice saw’s

crystal spray reflected

from the solid lake surface

gone is the smell of tarred trap nets

spun on mending racks

fish tugs and the ammonia aroma

of fish drying

the sound of tireless

iron wagon wheels

straining at the horses heels

hand pumped water

the sheer weight of work

moving field stones to rows

the rhythm needed to hoe

for winter cellared roots

bare feet spare sunday boots

lumbering boreal birlers

spinning the story from pulp to glory

face cords of firewood

staked on the porch

kerosene lamps

and candle wicks

dim times unrecollected

but for grainy monochrome

museum images mocking

the easy leisure of treasure

forgotten in the current pursuit

of popular pleasure

Life leaves us

a little a day

in an uncertain

irreversible 

lackadaisical way

which

long after we

become aware

of its slow absence

one lives loves

lived past time

and tense

slipped away

unbeknownst irretrievable

we find ourselves

bewildered and bereft

at what little is left

and the fire flies of youth

expire in jars

held mittened muffled 

purblind by routine

killing the unenlightened

wonder they wish to preserve

History

the hoary herald of senescence sentience

repeats itself

in the loud authoritarian

vainglory chicane chaconne

we will be all over again

as the thumping

of chests is the precursor

of heartland failure

who will discipline the rpG children

not to play life

as a violent game

but virtually immerse themselves 

in survival’s challenge

the reality of necessary compassion

needed to reverse evolved evil

The first family totem

a carved polemic

of history

inscribed ancestry

a tribe of trees

Paronomasia

the crow flies tired

on timed crows foot roads

from the burdened eyes

carrying long life’s weighted

aggregate loads

badges of age

too many lines towed

crevices of avoiding devices

creased into grimaces

at the Janus of

a smiling face

deliberating the vagaries

of memory’s congeries

elder codgers attempt

to contemplate and

in vain separate

that which time

exaggerates equivocates

or from ego eliminates

The roly poly ocean

with its strolly waves

a perpetual perambulation

currently displays

whereto are you filing

your lisping foam

suggest toward a home

but a compass rose rounded

belies your roaming

betrayed by a restless repose

Small creatures

caroling in

self absorbed reverie

encapsulated in the marble

of their marvel dreaming

regurgitating their

breviary of non novel

insect insignificant thoughts

happily brief investigations of alarum

Absent our present

would we sense

the swift soul outracing

the short breath of our time

beating the heart by a head

to an ambiguous finish line

leaving living in the dust

Sleep walking

like a mist

open eyed through life

meticulously dotting 

immaterial i’s 

touching everything 

wit no mutual influence

moving on unmoved

a drifting divine

unhuman desire

for never revealed purpose

not comprehensible certainty

Just the peace of omniscience

waiting for the carnal milling

to cease as the

tombstones roll aside

How came we

to so many

eloquent disparate

tongues

none of which allows

discourse without discord

wincing with carking

frustration

at cross purpose conversation

Autumn forest fawn

peeking between the falling

arboreal shadows

and leaves

A chain of everyday events

triggered the train

of circumstantial thought

that released the 

ensuing idea

The earthquake

they said

was  100 miles off

the coast of Japan

but we knew it

was actually in

the bedchamber

plagues, panics pugnacity

and plebeian ennui

we still love make

like young grizzlies

or limber boas

or any of the

others in

the bestiary on tv

The ceasing singularity

cast to end

even as ascending

eerie short sighted light

premonitioned  

a preternatural anagnorisis

of startling finality

the orts and brawn 

in the pâté 

molded to the pâte

the doers dewar

for the pate 

in the nebula’s crucible

a galactic gourmand 

a pinpoint of singularity

the apex of the

cognizance between 

neuron and synapse

the cosmic and the macrocosm

the particularity

of the quarks quirk

confabulating

a precis telescoped

to the cosmogny

of one precise personality

cast to end

even as ascending

an eerie short sighted light

premonitioned  

a preternatural anagnorisis

of startling finality