July 2018

noon-day stroke
analphabetic shock
without pronouns

dozing off the rhythm of my vision

heated words in this alchemist's crucible

clarion call
(Ras)putin would(n't)
drop a word

logos trips off the tongue of log

some summer
somewhere strains the stretch
of the imagination

tripping on
repetitive brain injury
high cuckoo

here i am taking my time to breach the bounds of now

violins strain against the precision of silence

a leap of faith
refracts
the known universe

a frog leaps the missing link between breaths

within the last words of a paleolithic palm

by night i age as a raindrop

plastic people flushing our deaths away

life-giving breath . . .
phytoplankton evolve
into plastic

plastic bags
return to sender . . .
ocean breeze

a galaxy
of placeless dreams
misted over

late light
   the beginnings
         of touch