And like a physician's needle
It cleanly breaks
Through winter's white skin
Penetrates quick and deep--
Shock of leaf
And hope again
Awakening in its cradle--

With blue-dazzled charm
It whispers into summer's
Hungry ear
While its thin hand slides
Quietly under
Choking black the rose--

Yes, this monster mocks
Even death--
Atoms that once were us
Still spurred to dance
Long after our unwanted
Injection of sleep.

And yet again and again
We succumb
To its seductive spell--
For what pearl of trust
Or love's smallest gem
Could ever grow
In a world without flux?

I have skillfully dismembered
Every bud, every atom twitch
The breath inside the gene--
Drilling down
Even deeper--
My hope like a rotting fruit--

Once, in a wild mind warp
My swelling flesh still new
Light leapt from the Sun's beastly soul
Swam deep into my roots.

Start unwinding:

On this fanged, blunt-snouted eve,
The laurel wilting,
A spoonful of blinding
Sun is
All the rage,
Mixed with blood red
Marmalade.

Gorge on the warm slippery
Guts
Of dangling words--letting
Them evaporate in your head.

The experience is
Greenish-red--
Cut it finer and you lose it.
The mantra:
Square is round--
The wheel is dead.

Sweet as honey,
Slurp it down with a great big
Suck.
Simple logic:
What goes in, must come out--
Help yourself,
There's plenty more.

Don't worry--
Much too shallow in the trough
To drown--

Unspool it by the foot,
Unspool it by the yard--

Oh great Mother Hen,
I've only slightly fingered
Your fresh laid omelet
Quivering
On this page;

Accept my apologies
For any filthy sequiturs
That slipped in--
A corruption of mind
I strive to overcome.

The title: sans conceit--
A bit of random fluff.

Sharp scissors please!

Snip--
Done.

In this velvet flutter
Of an almost perfect night,
Our dreaming bodies
As close as
Bodies can get,
I feel parts of you
Undulating,
Unfolding in my head:
The kaleidoscope of sunsets
And sunrises
In your naked eyes,
The scintillations of raw desire,
The purple and gold
Of a wide open heart,
The familiar face
Moment to moment
I lose
And find;

And all the while
The shameless taunt,
Kept secure,
Of wanting too much,
The turning away
From what should matter,
Toward the bits
That never quite
Fit;

Our dreaming bodies
As close as
Bodies can get,
This should be enough--

If I were a little more
Like you--
Perhaps,
I would have less
To hide
And more to confess
And
This small thought,
Like a pebble pressing inside a shoe,
Could be dislodged:

Our elusive souls like distant galaxies
No more than specks of imagined light.