Flown Buttress

—Of your S. S. Hubris de-
—lineated by an epigraphic
favor’s dis-
—emvoweled, illusory
For my
first five years
—of plodding—
—the harbored arks pro-
—to war

+and please

Cult Figure

Seeking reward for fawning
after Thanatos,

a complement to Eros
will neither seek

something to do with
all those brains,

nor be heard, nor loved.

An opened ending of
a triangle

popping off

the answer from within
the question

is maybe another

of newly found axioms

an emblematic disposition:

The successful speak

and excessively
of failure.

Turgid’s Folly

An enjambment of cowered embarkings,
and of razed,

spectacled isolation;

A mulish morsel; A proof
by yearning;

The flagellates in mediation—

deifying sweet
ardor, deifying

reluctant translation;
Thumb wrestling

Khronos’ mingled, exotic, eonic, fox-
gloved fingers;


Lowered aside
a salted, chubby,

ex-checkered twist.

The scorched

of the illiterate,
busted down

for a time,
later to exist.

The fear is wonderful,
it is rootless.

The heroic sweeps up,
and onto your ill-baited


“But I was a God
and you—

a fate spilling
rock!” Presti-

digitating trans-

that have mad-
doused me,

complete, readying
me (again)

for the wordless shift.