Zinnia's vocation

step, step in the dance perpetual

lunge and sway effectual

provoke and please the partner sexual

gratifying what's conceptual


coarse fingers coursing inflamed hair

holding thigh tight, right down there

stomp and step and strut with fleeting care

flickering dress in blazing hot flair


claim triumph over the moment bold

panting pair clutch and hold

sweat and kiss and bliss, the story's told

tender caresses... transcendent gold

More form experimentation

Jargon jaunting: part this and that

to amuse divine
divisions were made to fuse and twine...

                                      solar with opposite polar
                                      luminous with tenebrous

sour salt and bittersweet,
liquid flow to concrete
counterparts incomplete
if they should never meet

                                          the urge to merge
                                          from bee to tree
                                          and you and me
                                  it dwells in atoms and cells...

this invasive persuasive sense
to unify, intensify dense

resounding from celestial tongue
compounding paradoxes are sung

                                                      it is the unending tale
                                                 steadying the blending scale

Jargon jaunting: part deux view

watch the notch of sublime time

with grimy gears of ocular ears

full of fears and tears

 

decisions upon these visions

incision and derision

results of those fission prisons

 

tissue is the issue

discerning material and learning spiritual...

 

all that is tangible is weak and frangible

yet pupils bearing duple pupils

use these frightful sights as their scruples

 

aye, the eyes supply the lie

whereby the nigh and why are shy

but by and by, thy try thereby

will untie and defy the hereby spy

 

shun the diabolical optical

never abandon the illogical

 

 

Passing through

The masses
file through the passes
of the ancients
they departed from

they are the flaking bark,
the broken twigs,
the drifting down

severed and removed...
dormant possibilities
on 12-hour shifts
and cigarette breaks

believing false facades
blaming acts of gods
accepting terminal frauds

the populace
lost consciousness
of the ancients
they departed from

Jargon jaunting: part fowl soul

abandoned stranded
soul...

no one left to console
on your own atoll

misery untold,
frozen cold
marbled gold

clone of stone
all alone

hidden for protection
now part of
Ariadne's collection

where your end keeps
and she, your friend, weeps

Jargon jaunting: part Fourth

Shirk your work...
trade the spade
for the shade

shun the sun
fun is won

receive the eve
the spark
in the dark

the warm wine
worming
through you

exhale... derail
impale the entail

render your surrender

to the night lights
showed, explode

Ponder wonder

The grapes of St. Pubis

lowly in the abbey
dressed rather shabby
was a reluctant nudist
soon to be named St. Pubis

yearning to bare it all
was his inner call
he sought aid from a flutist
he to be named St. Pubis

music was the fake out
offering monks doubt
that they harbored some cubist
he to be named St. Pubis

listening to square tunes
he slyly wore moons
a true buff absolutist
he to be named St. Pubis

his call was ratified
and so sanctified
"To yourself be e're truest"
the great words of St. Pubis

Morphine Mal

In the halls of
tiles and files

where many sought
rests from tests

dressed in green
and far from mean

was Morphine Mal
in all her rationale.

In those halls of
med-techs and fed-checks

where there are stored
hoards of wards

wearing purple perfume
we assume

is Morphine Mal
the cure-allotting gal.

Within halls of
pills and ills

where patients'
avail will prevail

wearing compassion
as her favorite fashion

will be Morphine Mal
relieving pain she shall.