
Then fleas ;
Let disease
Steep, then spread out—
Ebon : the death released .

*[ WSB ].


*[ WSB ].

No discount of emotion,
But a reasoning counter
Is needed pacific,
To trim Atlantic tremors
From sea cracks unsealing ;
So that, Tsunami
Anomalies diminuendo
Their crustal crashing crescendos—
A tangle angled by window ;
Or : the wild winnowed .

*[ WSB ].

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*[ WSB ].


*[ WSB ].

Sad Cankles the Clown,
His venous blood stays down ;
Feet anchored for stooping,
The plasma not looping .
Collagen collapses,
And dead . Are the synapses .
Beta carotene sagging, and
A catheter fills some bagging .
Mini-stroking those cognitive decline blues
Diaper drooping ; cankles spilling over shoes .

*[ WSB ].


*[ WSB ].

Spiritus Sanctus spanked us,
And expanded our lungs—
Lamentation before laughter .
Yet, of the three gods in the godhead,
Do you not think the Holy Ghost
Gets short shrift ?
Are these not coequal branches
Of cosmic government ?
The alabastard flapper hovers
Pneumatic across dimensions ;
The wind over the waters,
Carves up Chaos into subdivisions ;
Updrafts the skirt of Madonna,
Imaculate the swelling .
But in the Old Testament, the Father
Gets top billing ; and in the Good News,
The Son suffers the blues :
Yahweh thrilling with river splitting
And dekaplague killing;
Jesus spellbinding by sighting the blind,
And unwrapping death from the winding .
Pretzeled apologies for Sky Daddy,
CEO of the Council of Cielo,
Come from being concerned
Of being eaten by worms
As the terminal organic form .
Composed . Decomposed . Compost .

*[ WSB ].

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*[ WSB ].


*[ WSB ].

I hate this solidity,
The stodginess I feel .
It is the end of the brightness,
The end of spirit
And adventure .
Don’t talk like that .
Men of our years have no business
Playing around with any adventure
They can avoid .
Otherwise, swerve about-face the straight-lace,
And spin the fateful curve topsy-turve,
Oneiric in shadowed noir .

*[ WSB ].