ayaladn

the fabled drop the ocean

in you say secure it,

& of salted rime

or peppered sky no word

except the all too rare,

the pale beyond compare

the iodized no end,

per se, the chlorinate,

so curious & alchemical,

I do not mind the distillate

cherry flavor’d

caption-free

(calor : nicer)                                     is too

shifter susi                    //y

out the door           Act II

tambourine                              ( -e, =k, =g? )

if you wade

in orangeries                        there          s

don’t crush up

all you tows                                    ‘rt.

in your overalls,

& watch your nose

& wall-eyes

& keep your braces closed

browsing anklebells –

I’ll go shoo a duck

I’m off in nevermind

never, next in line,

even though I find

reason to decline

rather than attend

another fete a tete,

noting down the date,

tending to forget,

little memos send

if I should have met :

magic show at eight,

jokers, bloody suits,

katzenjammer’s queue,

later, wear your boots

I abstractions from

manifest illusions of

ponds & cherry trees

or cubic feet of each

number 1 : II peaches,

dowager with  fu,

eng’s commentary of

restraint maintained

and final dictates,

be prepared for that,

III the bell in fine

isochrony or

in situ, proximates

preferred the imposed

rope & snake debate,

other than identify

both as some of one

less charming intertwined

enigma, invariably;

moreover, by the best

analogy suspend

the ratiocination

in textual relation,

crossed the line, again,

and bored myself, no less,

looking in my boots