portal on a taurus moon

never too late to romaniticise
the capilliaries of  redundancy and warmth
she takes the  shot  of white medicine
as a cure. what  ails is immaterial.

stuff of  stubbornness
born of calculus and lime.
a third party wanted  to come
into  play but the  doors 
closed  automatically.

winter and  its great  divide.



the metaphors wanted new puppets
after this one destroyed  itself. seasonless
as paradise.  seasonless  and  unsalted.
it died of water  intoxication.  electrolyte
imbalances. chemistry.


what can they cook up
this time  round?





(8****)






infinitudes of aching back.
a slow  burn in favor of  metastic  shine
lie  down  in  a feather
wake up  in lyme.












*()))













while steeping the tea
a bound book of titles
appears on the  leaves.
drams dreaming  themselves.

arrange  into the passage:

1 part  crinoline skirt
5  pathways to peristatis
2 pc  unbroken spine
1  spoon, unknown size
3 parts  rhyme.  you may substitute  reason.


combine  these  into a soup  du  jour.
add a  lens, myopic dystopic
lie  down and wait  for the  timer to  begin.

soon  its horns  are  evident
in the  evening sky, shooting morning a grin.