a natural showcase/ at home with machinery

                     
                                             ( A NATURAL SHOWCASE)
                     
                         Shall greening summer spare a splintered sprig of seasonal imagery
                         and
                         would furrowed daytime bare a
                         withered bough of
                         late afternoon dogwood we
                         hibernated in secluded sepulchers
                         along daunting riversides                      
                         of perpetual Autumn where
                         transient moss shadows and shrives
                         in burrowed shoals of dry arboreal depravity
                         weathered along moist vegetated foothills
                         adorned in columned rows of
                         orchard berry breezes
                         winnowed and blossomed maple leaves
                         in through
                         orchid wreathed valleys
                         of undulating auburn
                         summer gusts heaved heavily
                         between dry August thunderstorms and
                         buzzing swarms of
                         seething mayflies
                         curtly swayed along
                         soft lemon husked hills of yellow barberry
                         unwinding behind an
                         oaken curtained greenery where
                         supple cedar branched vestiges
                         melodiously metastasized into
                         writhing woodland spirits
                         (wondrously weaving,
                         silvered and silhouetted,
                         daintily dazzling and
                         whiling hauntingly through)
                         paternal patches of peppermint parsley where
                         majestically whitened groves
                         of twigging cypress
                         flourished into
                         back country interstates
                         unraveling sinuous highways throughout
                         under-the-table waged taverns
                         where I can and will drink you
                         and not
                         where shrouded fern-trees sprout and ferment
                         once whence
                         in a backwoods barnyard by Jove as
                         his olde brit-teatime colony demeanor dialect
                         tired, feigned, and malingered as
                         sticky molasses rain-drops fell from gunpowder laden skies
                         below where rust and ashen moth destroys
                         atheistic infidels and
                         Philistine thieves
                         thrived and conspired amongst
                         lackadaisical sun-yellow daffodils
                         spread out beyond
                         paisley pasteurized horizons of
                         water-colored orchids, cicadas and crickets
                         plateauing in placid evening through
                         forthcoming night when
                        calm adjacent meadows glistened in flickering premonition
                        of crescent moons illumining up a lunar cycle,
                        tranquil fall and curtailed rise of semi-northern constellations
                        bright and vibrant in sparkling eccentricity
                        sonically cuspid as
                        a sparkling childlike spoon gouges out Orion's eyes in
                        iridescent arrays of polished kitchen utensils hung
                        blithely behind
                        luminous foreshadowing of a
                        a natural showcase
                           
                                    (AT HOME WITH MACHINERY)
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                             Homely Navajo fingertips maternally rendered
                             hygroscopic jewels in primordial caves
                             then
                             delicately fingered
                             deadened flower-petals
                             sultrily in ethereal fervency
                             reposed in Indian-styled huts
                             along the
                             dingily contoured quays where
                             dampened sapphire and
                             earthen onyx
                             menially kept
                             knitted the terrestrial silence of
                             oblique hieroglyphics
                             onto darkened
                             shallow cleft sedimentary walls
                            interwoven anon into dusk-filled centuries
                            of drunken parlor deities
                       
                       
                                       (ascetic in variance    
                           frivolous in futile familiarity
                           bleak in unnecessary infancy and
                           drably discouraging in
                           sheer unadulterated blackness)
                                   
                           Abortive frequencies and decade old propagandists
                           recklessly transpired our senescent society
                           into turbid telecommunication networks
                           of electronically wired hygiene-specialists
                           unfolding umpteen years of county chairmen
                           into an illiterate neighborhood readership of
                            local convenience store clerks laboring
                           through grave-yard shifts in an authoritarian demeanor
                            outside Midwestern parking-lots
                            a.m. auto amalgamations roared in mid-afternoon complacency
                            pulling grandfather clock plugs into living room portrait purgatory
                            back home in an uptown studio
                            an upperclassman laboratory attendant
                            took a nasty nosedive from
                            a suburban swimming pool diving board
                            into
                            an intercity cemetery burial plot brimmed to
                            its fertile summit with
                            nostalgic childhood teddy-bears revealing
                            nothing through
                            the ruptured tombstone soil
                            except
                            golden years melted away
                            into an never-ending  naive conclusion of convalescence
                                  

A serious of of premonitions/ or "Advice from Jim"

                                                        i)  (a callous introduction)
                     
                               She has been revealed to me
                                         cold and metaphysically
                                               pressed into
                                  white fallen drifts of soft winter snow
                                             frozen
                                               Iced       then
                                                 thawed    out
                                      into sullen dooryards of Sunday architecture
                                        how darkened shadows mount a Thursday manor staircase
                                              into February's late afternoon insipidity
                                           aloof in remote hidden caves of a west Albanian peninsula
                                            tenuously wrought in cavernous lime-stoned canals
                                                     aligned in a granite wreathed vortex        
                                                         of boring rock manifestation

1.                                            optically stolen sedimentary where                 

                                                  obscured primates gradually hibernated into
                                                      prehensile graduation from the
                                                         bedrock academy school
                                                                for retard atheists
                                                       into a futile millennium of prehistoric deity
                                                                      the hunt        was
                                                                      the hunted      on
                                                                                                     
                                                                                    quail
                            
                                   ii)  (we have been known to get residential and not specific enough)
                            
                     Saturday angel and I reposed alone together
                            on sofa afternoons as
                              guiltless hours transpired shamefully
                                    into gilded snow-scenes of neighborhood weekends by
                                      the old local precinct house
                                            our siblings set a dining room table tapestry demurely           
                                                  through draped household windows imbibing
                                                     golden heat on lustrous summer evenings
                                                          alive in renovated renaissance of
                                                              yesterdays heartless corridors in
                                                                  tranquil dreams of golden hours yet to dwindle
                                                                    onto our predestined timeline
                                     
                                  anxiety came restlessly in enervate waves
                                                   from a framed feminine portrait in  a
                                                       non-existent intercity dining-room
                                                             decadent decades ago
                                                                   when it was okay to bleed
                                                                                 now
                                                                                    not only is it not
                                                                                      okay now
                                                                                          its too late
                                                                                             to lay-out seasonal clothes
                                                                                                   in windy spaces along
                                                                                                       backyard playgrounds of
                                                                                                           raw county-line bigotry 
                             
                           
                                         (as a brilliant azure skyline resides in blue atmospheric resilience)                                                                                   
                                                      
                                        iii)      (April is the cruelest avenue to passe euphemisms) 
                                                 
                                                           above grit city alleyways
                                       pigeons fluttered and wavered atop telephone wired streetlamps
                                            spread out against an urban landfill horizon
                                                            of inbred infidelity in
                                                     backdoor garden glimpses
                                          artificial and omniscient lilac-stalks thrived vibrantly
                                                    sweltering in summer's fiery hearth
                                 complacently indignant daytime curtains
                                       of springtime's poignant senescence
                                         similes from heaven of
                                          cloudless celestial chambers
                                     questioning ourselves thoughtlessly as
                                       hours trickled beyond submission my
                                         vindicated bloodline wavered your
                                            pale narrow wrist attempted clutching a
                                                 kilned porcelain mud-hut antique
                                                     Navajo and Autumn, turquoise
                                                  auburn-caked and august-tanned
                                                          syndicated, thwarted
                                            ultraviolet, cancerous, fattened
                                                           then bludgeoned  
                     
                                        iv) (her bullshit is uptown now)
                         
                                     She makes herself present at holiday intervals with
                                          shrunken Broadway bones that shackle themselves
                                              to manly uptown radiators 
                                               in filthy tenements such as these
                                         she remains reckless and insubordinate at best
                                           her thin russet summer gown of elegance
                                retrospectively nauseates me in putrid morning air
                                    her company is limited and embarrassing
                                           if I was told to kill her
                                                        by god
                                        I would violently and not by choice
                                            with blood-red claws
                                                hacking fleshy sinews
                                                    to decapitation
                                              her decomposing entrails
                                          spoiled labor-day weekend that year
                                                       and what's more
                                            bothered me in the short-term
                                            to marry a woman like this is
                                         to commit a crime beyond compensation
                                                        to one's self
                                          strenuously gathering effort to exist 
                                          her daffodil footwear is grotesque and innocent
                                 please don't lead me to an August hospital room
                                              holding back birdlike regurgitation
                                                 dainty at best
                                                   her slim shoulders separate
                                                   a naive demeanor along brittle April winds
                                       March came in angry determination
                                                  and departed fervently
                                                   in moss-like delirium
                                           these sullen riversides of arbitrary climate
                                    unravel sinuous trails of canal-thronged Appalachians
                        
                                    
                                            v) dawn's highway or/ a gentle conclusion
                  
                              We passed through dreamlike stages parallel 
                                  on flickering nighttime interstates
                               enduring variant years of reproachable ministries
                             our actions went unrewarded along these tiresome pilgrimages
                                    through uncharted seaboard counties
                                     a traveler from the west, a rugged male type of about forty years
                                     his Americanized ken at times went from east to west
                                        telling me in his Pontiac pick-up one home-style morning
                           fatigue and heartburn circumscribed my twentieth century chest
                             "chemicals don't lie, we do"
                              Jim and I dallied through these tangerine outlined dawns
                        as radiant sunbeams made their way from a sawdust horizon
                            "we all want the same things at different times, or sometimes different things at the same time, there comes a time in every man's life when he needs to put down the liquor and drink more coffee, start indulging in things that kill you slower than faster,"
                             "now would be the best time for me to quit drinking"
                                 said I, strung-out and beaten, I let him have it
                                 
                             the springtime
                                     is now
                                  if you're alive