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