Tango de la Materia, No. 6

Whispers of spring

Caught lost in brittle winds

Shaking elevations gallantly

As if some natural chaos

Attained

And no matter the Valerian abyss

Dear cure profound anxiety

Doth come on

Profound fleeting happiness

The density of culturally meticulous space

Moonstruck shaping trace

Clientele naked life

Preoccupied embrace

O mirror mirror watch the soul

Churning of great turbines’

Embryonic interaction

Canopy

Iron seals bleat for time

A carving boredom propound

Passing the traffic

Through past and passed

Weaving intangible (licorice/tapestry)

Entrapping timid anticipation

Letting go of the (morning/mourning) face

From (evening/pre dawn)’s harpsichord

Pleasantly waiting

And only so as to seem it so

Master you

Yellow taxis bustle on

Flowers are mistakes

I walked to the river

Fresh heels dug firm

Into rootless freedom

Ice beneath the benches

Time had switched hands

A wash of crimson blue

As sun sets on memories

Of grave markers taken under wings

The appeal of divine injection resurfaced

Where are we this wind blown land?

I remember smiles

Not stark faces

I remember ease in dire graces

I remember frozen hands

Capturing light nonetheless

Wondering

Where aches now?

Insinuation silencio

Some Spanish ex

Only traces

Imprints

Of vines on brown walls

So distant

Headless horseman (sense/sensual)

’Neath crescent moon labia

Buddhist blankets

’Voking impassioned evocations

Light passes (smoke/dust) billowing

Enlabyrinthed silhouette

Of wisping pheasant angels

Tugging psychedelic decks

To come like brain

(Irreverent/as referent)

To read must get closer

Must see through curvatures enstraight

Whom doth laugh so darkly

At all complacencies?

(Murky mirrors/muddied roses)

Stalking glances’ candles a farce

Time free doth wander darksome places

Thickly chained to (loans/lonesome)

Partitioned

Frosted glass on (boards/bands) of red

What yearning for a distant place

Has hollow traced its home?

What cleansing opens now?

What poem?

This broad curse

How to shake the (silence/science)?

How to breathe like last?

O yes how to awe word?

Deed enclosed

Why so fearful nothing stains?

People walk by

Not quite unlike paper flies

Pregnant of some nothinged wind

And solitude so vast

So pained

The dark requisite for shine

Attained impasse