new salute

blouse pulled to the chill
distilled
a musty muslin Flag
and twill
an introspective drag
a lazing flash and brume of slag
atonic downward spirals of the ashes and the frag

au courant d' azincourt
a bodkin's brag,
a coursing stag
ricket knuckles nip a sodden lilting final fag.

the fevered ramblings of a syphilitic brain

That red-checked jacket was a staple of my figure
for two brisk autumns and a mild winter,
now it hangs idle but for stretching at the neck
two states away
provides warmth yet.

brownglass flarefoil

courting a high
a westward drive
a sunshade wards the setting eyes
charming a low
a southern grove
a sunset parry, the evening grows.

tintwind

steeped in evening
sepia air
amber tapestry
weaven hair
magistry
collapsing at the stair.

ecdysis

barely june and new york's trees
already moulting brittle leaves.

salin

he stumbled upon a salt stream
bubbling from a duct spring
into a gaping mouth sea.

the detachment stands to

I stepped into the day with hope, and now that it is evening my spirits have sunk with the drunken sun - hereafter I drink to the flush moon and the flagging tide.

That black sentence laid alone on the face of a page for more than a span as the man who typed it stared off, stared away, his fingers perched just above the grimy keys he poked when he wrote it - ten bleary lookouts, jaded by vigil, turning themselves yellow with slow smoke, weary, awaiting BMNT.