Pablo Diablo

dances around death

a muse that loves misses ?

strange defenseless kisses.

Where sorry swells

and turns a blade.

Weary sowers clump and lay

half afraid of getting my way. 

Charter barter

farther farther

out across the endlessness.

Flies and plumbs.

Eats the mourning sun.

Sober probers call it rent

where blazons out all versum

and vent in pockets

of rocketing snow.

Always a riddle

hangs down the middle

in halves or thirds. 

Teeterboards raised

modus in edgeways.

Cloudy with menaces

shifty shimmering tentatives.

Hungry at sea

in an ambiguous key.


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