tar-women float and moon by Friede's silvery glow

remembering piano playing ennui

Walking legs of the disembodied mannequin

paper pushing timestamp of my being

quiescent phase intervention

black holes leaping in and out of existence

dreamy for lupinus texensis while wind whipped skirts flutter up to bonnets bended

despecification of lonely routes not taken

features and fluent, blinking holiday cheer

tone clusters, town clowns and the wrongfully null

Agreement and Disagreement went walking in the woods and diminished a fifth

blowing disks' of dust and swirling motes

letting their wings dip to the spangled earth

skipping darkly through the prism of noble innocence

the nuisance of a single thought

longer periods of lesser coincidence

We have become something apart

strawberry flavoured leptons dripped onto the fabric of space time

opposing cognitions swept-up and dust-panned long ago

popping interstellar songs

opposing cognitions swept-up and dust-panned long ago

your quantum foam overtakes my lonely heart

Mercy lives in a factory town

decisions will go awry

Perception of an after image of my memory of you

red little holes of delight then warning

strange infirmities of a cognitive agent

my pockets are full of you

blushing into epistemic humility

back 40

heavy murmurs wisping from the Alamo

night shades

lost in the Rub' al Khali

graupels tossed by an angels pale hand

Graben and Horst crinkled and giggled

a pit viper, a spider, and a giant biting ant walk into a bar

at this instance, at this location, it is literally raining

bars blocking the cosmos suspended in a vase of flowers

living in gilded morals between the force of velocity squared

time does crawl

Camp Teton

some sons slipped slowly from fallow farmlands

a sensitive dependence on initial conditions

Her mind peering at the thought on top of the tree

staring out at absolute space

twirling into her candy breathed light

down the rabbit hole

the boxes sang out a lovely song

a footprint left in the lichen

minding the giants of war

tipping the fandango

it was taken from his pocket and all that remained was blue lint

blown from finger tips

blowing understanding

attack of the Lyman-alpha blob

bubble puppy blues

prickly homesickness, standing betrayed

entwining arms, the star shaped ocean animals did a polka

many land-bird assemblages scattering crop milk on budding tourist

white-rumped monjita's moving through crystalline waterspouts

attached to the o’s, toes and tips wrinkle

In a tinderbox jumble she set upon slipping into her escape

tiptoeing on the Svalbard archipelago

starshine hitting the seven key in Ohio America

pushing Orion's Dogcart on summer nights through sunbeam nightmares

embrace the ocean skin

yellow lightship of December

glassing and pinging against cold metal

the ratter of seraph can initiate septuagenarian veer

dog star walking in daylight with the dolphin stationmaster

Béjar gobbled raisinets at the majestic,

winners turtledove in the bomb

Lena's little constitutional

Elakrab

Akrab

dithering and diddering to the docken she went to pick some dogfinkil

floating at twice the brightness of the secret brightest star

Achernar

among the cabbage stalls the machouettos fingered tapestry purses

Acamar

Her natty action could be quantified as plus one

Aldhibain

Aldib

that bird went to church!

thirsty bird

Alkes

horsewomen and wingers shout out Ollie Ollie in come free for morning

Béjar gobbled raisinets at the majestic

raffias

whizzing by large & infinitely numerous things while splashing planets

Achird

hearts-to-hearts and lullabies lost in a straight-jacket

clapping wallflower within a storied epicenter

two trajectories in philosophy spanking with an inkling of self

poetries skip and hop in a brazier

fleeing Ike

hot nickles

warm water float st john #2

a pale comparison

the key I believe is this

caught in the green where grasses blow

blue sunburst

unbound in orbit, floating near unswept storehouses where sluttish tinkerer's tinker

robot man

flying flights of wingless nothingness