Fingers tingling 
at never endings.  
Heave ho, 
quiet dawn 

puddling over florals 
scratch and melt
beautify.

The subversive immersive 
to subvert is to mollify. 

Get up 
stretch 
and scream
yes I am drawing 
I am drawing.
Hah ah.

Days and days
rounds and rounds
calm down 
calm down.

My hog 
in a bog 
gob and sob 
lob and rob
eat ideas 
like its string 
theory.

Rioting metaphors 
at freedom shining  
that also seals 
and steals 
from barbarity 
of ardor.

Up drops 
a wild thing, 
tickles pink
for outrageous scarfs 

bearing death masks 
of beethoven
flirting with
tomorrow.

Underneath it all 
believes 
in its intrusion
as deeply 
as any theory 
about contortions 
for delusion...

See it thru,
marplods thicken
and stretch 
fears 
are drenched 
in the marvelous
shine into brine.

Sunny hustlers 
hurlers strobes
battling my bombycid
desponds alert 
with shadowy bonds.

Straggling along  
dearth for mirth
loosening ends 
into endlessness...

Misreason
prevaricating testily
unearths 
afterbirth
of hell on earth

defouls 
rare worth.
The dead calm,
dead-alive awakening 
incrassitive 
but inert.