Book8



	Love poem in a word when the beloved's name slips breathless from the lover's lips when the world's heard from every poet and each sweet poetess has sighed her suitor's verse both seeing beauty in the beholder's eye we will be a loved one The way is plush with butterflies berry blushed heady with beech spiced sassafras balm of Gilead a splash of high winded water wafted by woodcock wings		the annulae accrete from the center of creation protecting the pith from antipathy and antitrust from crown to crux Balloon rise air born over liquid horizons on lazy Laputan errands orbed, unerring levity the sun's in their sphere and the moon companion by night Dawn walkers nursing fawn and doe lapping from rippleless lake rim as a coal red sun breaks day from indigo to undefinable blue



	Lava sun's ascending dopplegangered in level quicksilver mercurial seabirds glissade unsounded twinned in the stilled surface unbroken by raucous crows the spirit mist rises insight to it's mistress opaqued by habitual pettifogging unfamilial, unfaithful through darkly liquored glass denied enlightenment by lacquered layers intemperate tantrums and compulsive armor plate		a body of water has no inner light all aspect is superficial reflected radiance belying deep cold at best shallow warmth out of my depth love's vessel unable to bear the disembarqued squalling with sea change It was my mistake to love the Lady of the Lake Unlucked dismembered karma awry watching the punching of Dali's clock the wholesale auctioning of purchased integrity leaves less than unsummed parts combing the over coifed beach querulous, gulled, querying What's the big idea?



	Paradeum, was the beginning so dark or did quarks spark the sinning churlish nature vs. church verses do heavenly choirs require the Mason's spire are we (et al) just another unjustified historical footnote or were the godheads we mime high steppers in the quick sands of good timing From under mother's fluttering wing past the stale mate of the treasure chess board ignoring infamy's clapping in another's time breaking the traffic in gridlock monotony sundering all the textbook cases there was only the sound of my son's thunder		36 thousand and 5 hundred optimisms days of unbent rays gifts of presence and unprismed surprise in essence the present is the prize time's reprise more or less cannot be bought save by pennies on the eyes



	Its all gone South craw-daddies dead the color of unspent greenbacks stuck in the craws of parrished innocents, Mardi Gras floats Deliverance was unavailable from the apolitical dervish apocalypse Louisiana purchased its whirligiged wave the big easy came in porkbarrels with bad buy you voodoo from the lax maws of hogheaded good ol' boys who under-taxed levies over-topping the Corps onto the backs of po' boys O brother where art thou(sands) the meek inherit mud the waters silted with obscuring guilt an ounce of aftermath pounding at the flood gates		of unspent prevention amid the reconstructed plague of sound biting carpetbaggers Tara, Tara, Tara surprised by televised Tora, Tora, Tora



	The good die young engorged on tidbit greed and minute visions telling needs what is the case for gratification delayed seems naught but barebones and skeleton keys one way tickets a secret word only four heard I have their recipe but cannot take the mysticake		Casting the rinds to the outgoing ripples of the year's end the parings of pairs the deneedled wreaths and fading glad tidings the carol's carillion amid those pealing last appeals to carry on studying stills of others frozen happiness thawing ice thinned to edges walking shoreward without wet feet



	Perfect day tsunamis do not rise the earth quakes not colds are uncommon unplagued by pestilence humanity hums love neither brother or sisterly penniless, infamous foal foolish unfrightened unguarded treasures unburied feted, feasted garlanded, eden gardened		bouquetsof balloons buoyedwith hope beginning to wrinkle like the hands holding them tight everyday dreams held in abeyance by social pressure outgassing past the thin gay skins racing age more bursting each birthday wishing to be enlightened enough to blow away



	The esquimos bought his ice cubes the Arabs ate his dust the world watched his shiny tubes driving unsafe cars that rust In the jungle he made shady deals spin doctors learned his special spiels the world craved his crappy meals wrapped in a crispy crust but wait there's more our disinfomercial's not nearly done call now and get an afterlife for the price of living one		we know no more now than when new born the foreshortened days enwintered by cannibal nights consumed by thoughts of other's white lights unsuckled in life lulled by alibis song gone silent night rooks croak crossworded in crooked oak the uncivil cradle rocked by clockwise mothers real redeemers whose children's ungrimed fingers turn back the hands of time