Wild-Woman In The Windless Night

tell the
doom white
smile forsaken

O a thing lonely

gizzard-grin

head of a fractured
clown. glaring pale-green eye zzz

at the upper part
of the jaw

drool decay.

with mad hands they HANG on a compound

of living
death. malice on the good name
biting muscle-game
elastic nether world
come now, we must plan

the planting.

there is the fact of dancing in mid-air flying
thru the light like
a rubber ball

Because it’s
cool both halves Scatter the blast/

beetles split to a
Primary Cell
in the windless
night

whatever
is protected is unbroken Not
within the cavity
between things the poem of silence.