Long Cape¯s

you hung your body out, to
the reflective curves of tree lines,
burnt sand rocks, with a rube-scarlet dripping radio-tower scrape,
making its way from, shorelines, and splashes engulfed, to
pital against our bodies.

to synergies a seemingly motionless dressing,
without the whims that could express peering over, tidings,
wishful alas.

Weeks Later and Willows; Some Flung Glareal

Hold on to the sideways, striding checking lisle,
and peering forwards, cheeps, and hordeables,
then glace and caught once more, blossom, and
pitch, fitting before, its still caught; though dreading
a day when a splintered will be there and cold sheep will
Wallow,

not thus, and before, forty years and days, i could
only hum, simply, and warm the eyes; one caught look,
or only a half shades, its, here, all stuff in there, away

Look up and down across more interchanges, seminal, and
Holy woods, not yet, no further could be crossed, i’d almost
Have wondered back.

post-expressionism

were arrival; no this floral
arrangement leads us crippled
unable to grasp, yet.
the body, contorts
in the flurry
and caught in the apopupal
energies of our time, i
awak-in' to the content or rather
overtly pictorial direction of the
feeling and the manifestations,
would be arranging the book,
work,

clihicil

overt the senses, awkwardly
to do, the means

yet out,

bet images, the
solvent, that leans the
hands, forcing open. A

first roped sustained
lightenishly so un-com-patri-otes-al-ly
objectified denied from our
here soil, thus unflushable
little ocean pools, aqua’s
of remaining trapicalised
scenes so as
passionate; smear