da Vincian Frame
Four-seconds twice ain’t just a look…
words. music. randomness. life.
Four-seconds twice ain’t just a look…
To hold a naked note at your trembling waist…
I say look for it better…
What pretentious ceremony I make…
It’s sleep-stealingly unquiet in here.
Be my spoke-wrench; my monkeyshine; my beautiful, neurotic, stupefying strife…
Dismissed for impatient wishes…
If even fruit-looped and burnt-toast then…
A feeble redemption of Dickinson.
A thought-I-saw…
More-than-us flows…
Before the crow, before the dun dust begins to stir…
A funnel of suspect rust-nutted bolts…
“Run for your life!” as some scream through it…
I’d wish myself worthy, were that pearly not so high
For between us there is just dust to water…
And for the golden-most…
For the pantomime sighs and joker-rouge smile…
But, lovey, if you’re quick…
Murphy’s less fatalistic cousin.
All that is green must in time grow old.
Words make better windows than walls.
It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain.
That’s your fist in the fight…
The first time was strange as most first times go…
If ever there were a man…
Perhaps I’m nothing more…