MOTORing ships course tropics seeking freight, say,
GUAVA; commerce’s electrons dancing in their orbits,
BEGIN, yet never cease, tracing complex traffic of goods, inspiration, expiration of the globe.
FUDGE, mere cottage crop, also turns the gears of trade.
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Station 10.5
TEETH falling out in jumbled dream,
HOTEL bed vessel rides bone ache and fever,
SIGMA, sum of all the ragged, mis-linked thoughts,
VIDEO blaring–will find remote if he comes out the other side.
History, Hovel of Reason
QUIRK of philosophy to elide coordinates and story. For instance:
GOINGs of angels on a ladder in known place while a man dreams one known night.
HINGE turns in specific time and space, in history,
HOVEL of reason, yet destination of divine descent.
Gone in a flash
SULLY we always quotidian joys with grasping?
INGOT discovery proclaimed, converse ceased:
DINER emptied, food grown cold and flavor dead,
TRICE-moment’s flash of profit, now steady habits of living are forgotten.
Nylons in Wartime
NYLON, cretaceous soup remixed as fiber,
SHELF space for stockings diverted in wartime to parachutes,
VIRAL demand thus launched by rarity, a valuation from which none would
BUDGE, as, say, Romans were fixated on ivory combs.
Dry Witted Steed
LUNCH: thermos full of bisque, and hunk of cheese.
HORSE gets carrots and a bag of oats.
STYLE? Who cares on a summer day?—“Oh he cares”,
COYLY speaks the horse, as I splutter out the bisque.
Tree towering to the Mind’s Eye
NYMPH in clearing tilts head for rustle of circling trees. Is she
SPECK? No, her grave task is sensing all that falls in forest’s ambit.
FERAL folk appraise mere lumber—yet she knows
OVOID seed for stately redwood, sees it tower in beauty and witness centuries.
Stopover on Mt. Nebo
FATAL end inevitably arrives, yet cannot speak the final word.
REEDY shore spares a boy for future task and still the journey ends at Nebo’s judgment
POINT, promised land beheld, but barred. Divine
REHAB, shaming death, will raise him to a greater promise.
Present and Future
OTHER shore crossed to at the end, what may I discover?
QUIRK of living darkens vision of that haven: at dusk I enter
RELAY station, at dawn I wake to think I’m home.
SAVVY trekker–will I be?–can guard each step, yet lift gaze to far horizon.
Deeper Currents
AMPLE vices extant in the duchy to keep busy
PRUDEs in motion, compiling lists and anecdotes,
CANONs of behavior formed in voicing glaring faults.
DUCHY’s deeper currents, and hearts of prudes, stay less illumined.