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.