ayaladn

whatever time

is, it wasn’t

the day that

got away, I

don’t know when,

or the half of

where maybe

who should

want could have

without asking,

there’s never

etiquette in

emergent need;

so, this sky is blue

near a fountain

& sweet water

also runs

to those

who speak wing

& hover here

three ravens

in chorus all

the more at rest

a rooftop

question, ‘if

I had thesaurus,

would I know

another language,

furthermore

nonetheless as

all the more

we have not

said before,’

I nod as they;

I ask of them

what of that

where it goes

with rainbow

on darken’d sky,

‘is that shore’

use a pencil

sound behind

your ear for

a rotary note,

if not an oar,

when a dinghy

don’t float,

then a semaphore,

those never

drown out what

time background

noise annoys

who’ll be short,

lee to shore,

quarreling a

storm room door

like a fissure,

mad as can be —

‘Don’t you now,

too, dinner’s cold’

carry-ons for

Atlantis crew:

ice packs, pole

by pole as

balance yoke,

& too-blue

polka-spotted

moon-marked

calendars,  -ides,

but, do not

overload starboard

full-tilt-cork-

floored-boogie room;

3rd glass passengers

two-step bye

your own anchor,

2-4-1 sails today;

green card (sure

you are) & cheese

for Canadians

I did pencil ketch

& twin charcoal of

without fixative, but neat,

plunge, sink, ‘Lookout’;

 

fracture face from

fall mountain wake:

a rumination, #1

counting on from echo