Through The Pollen
 
 Feels like it matters
             
                      to be a shark wrangler.
 
 For flight a sparrow
                      starts off by keeping sorrow at bay.
 
 Someone is arguing
                      with the cobbles.
 
 In the corral
                  noons pass on leaden feet.
 
 As for dread get over it
                  cut the cackle,renegade.
 
 Speedmetal proves it all-
                      mania,dream,trash.
 
 A handful of tulips
                      or advent of piracy in a rosarium.
 
 Someone plants a script
                       in a blue porcelain.
 
 Sweating words arrive.
                        Houseblinds stay undrawn.
 
 A renegade tunnels
                        after clockless nooks.
 
 The bluntness of a sky
                         desires its avatar;
 
 Enchantments strewn around
                           wet cement,alchemical pouch.
 
 Learn to lasso
                     in a bedroom without walls.
 
 It is not enough to broadcast
                              incitements to liberty.
 
 Shake dread off
                       the leaves of home,seer.
 
 No question of
                      confounding skinny-dippers
 
 Or irritating a moon jerking off.
 
                          Or trivializing the cause
 Of unicyclists in a brunch concert.
 
                            Weaving pulley,metallic pistils;
 Tantrists of puissant pubes;
 
                            Starfarer totemist thespian.
 
 Likewise blizzards scudding
                            negations,scaldings,alterations.
 
 At every turn ruptures frictions dementia
                                   luminous contraband
 
 In barracoons,barrios,ghettos.
                                     Enough of this travesty.
 
 Initiate a sojourn nourishment deliverance.
                                     Crackle with the road
 
 That takes up unicyclists and assigns
                                     them a vision of potash
 
 And sunrise and white dust.
                                     Feral,andrenalized,watch
 
 You don't slip on a grudge
                                    that eats the day.
 
 Vicissitude tightening its noose
                                    which other rooster would
 
 Crow for you now?
                                    You are the plaything
 
 Of victory and failure.
                                    Whiffs of you mark a procession.
 
 Saffron says there is
                             a leaf quivering in a fleapit.
 
 You can't simplify
                           the uncoolness of candyfloss.
 
 At every turn you brand
                            your desires on floorboards.
 
 Seamind to seamind
                              the last word is a template
 For nucleus and blood.
 
                                Someone is heckling retreatants.
 
 Enough of this travesty.
                                Rip it in a dawn of mindfulness.
 
 Likewise nabobs puckering
                                up for  raffia trips.
 
 But why are you still living here?
                                To soak your soul in parasol?
 
 Of random ember:
                          front row in a season of oblivion.
 
 An augury gnawing an anthem.
                          Perhaps that is the interval
 
 Singing to the colour of mayhem.
                          Perhaps that is the grief
 
 Of a pomegranate.Ash mocks flame.
 
                          In a sideward look is
 A scattering of sapphires.
 
                         Forescrew,hindscrew,vestige
 Of starburst forbidding quiddity.
 
                          Lives centralized in coloured crayons.
 
 Hypodermics imploding in
                               ongoing cure for shutterbugs.
 
 Kaftans in dales,bamboo groves:
                                   fate of faith,fate of the sublime.
 
 Enough of this travesty.
                                  How many atrocities can
 
 You transfix in one loop?
                                 In this axial helm is your cargo.
 
 Ready yourself for the inscriptions on stelae.