Spring and Lemongrass/ words

Is their more to be said?
The fly stammers
On his Russian mare
And fog
Of sweat
Moon air balloon rises/settles on a spindle

With a great effort…
Rooster rises
Stretches, folds blanket, crosses himself
Caws out a sunny hymn of comfort

1} It goes, CALL and Bang a’doodle
To its lungs
A hum
Instrument, its flesh mass

…Cradling her doll playlessly
Girl carves a path through the underworld
Trips
OH, rock…Oh human dead
Alas, intellect defeated now! Death westerly!

2}The sun makes love to a mop
On the evocation of a phrase
Changed, over time.
Now it means, Freeze together
On a raw mat of love

The gears, the signal
Invisible to human preceptor
To the particles of Atom world
We are invisible, phantom spectable
Impossible to comprehend

…………………………………………

A man walks by in nothing
But a horse blanket and sandals
I envy the cross on his back
The fertility in his smile
The effortlessly bare trudge toward
Spring and lemongrass

3}I whisper through the veins of oceans
Until at last
White whale pounces up!
A shreaking curl for the sky
I make smoke of him


Mariner through sea and glass
Gazes, hurricane winds now…
How truth bended comes to be…
Pulls an apple from the lense
Sweetens his lips on scales of brass

4}Digging ad infinitum
Into the grounds, dogs
Die like locusts, as they sour
These fragile words of age

This small ground
And this small ground
Pigs wander like churls on its surface
And Isis
Pulls from her hip pocket
Not man, not ground,
But fish