and Yes, our Yankees win

between an experience
and its expression, the

pink dark tonsil replicates
after a hardening poem

scaffolding, tatters of
aphorism, off-plastic cement

presume gold wrung, up-
raided, appraised, woven

evil tongue to an evil eye
Fauvist read! esconced in a

kennel of statement, once
of simultaneity by abeyance

Loss verbalizing amidst Gar-
gantuas, and arid plateaus,

the Egyptian coda; witticism
smoked upon blue tenement

cedes a censured pod for
cackling falsity mourned

“call it rest, call
it flight, name it freight

(I name it night)”
and Yes, our Yankees win

The Silent Lord is the Only Lord

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of voice when carried by voice

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of curse when carried by curse

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of space when carried by space

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of force when carried by force

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of race when carried by race

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of fasting when carried by fasting

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of beast when carried by Beast

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of priest when carried by priest

The silent Lord is the only Lord
of least when carried by least

Enrobe

Day-to-night husk consigns
relation

Hermetic poises particular to
relating

Pursuant of an absence
of relating—

A human hope (a siring)

an escape
by word can calm seas