Proofs Of Entrails–Biological Substrata
Slow down paved passages
wet night prevails
and the story opens
so much sooner than expected,
canal miasmic troughs
seeming to question
the prairies' shrub-like
divested of garments
strewn over flower-beds,
time for so many more tricks
like staff rooting
the elctrolytic lair.
the odour wafts across stamen and juice
lucky that no other possible way
can stimulate this pride
many times miasmic,
the caught seeds pray for release
and heavier weights load the dice
until no chance remains
for the prize taken unquestioningly
handsome yet flawed in the grain–
claim proof of entry
so much lower than in the charted terrains
of yoke-loaded preferences–
sonic yet roasted.
Half past the time
to emblemize simple stitches
which weave together
the plover and the wave,
truth upstart incandescent
yet rafted to a place of great eminence–
hilarity beyond words
and all the time these traces are being made
there's no question that in the hallway
in the dark corner
there lurks the triumphant gnome.
Scattered all over the terrace
corpuscular crickets leaping to and fro
studiously remembering their chequered path
until the inbreath takes more than it can hold
and explosions rift the pensive concrete
stolen from the mill grist.
And in the time of fright
the tendency to seizure–
strontium holistic craft–
there is no other main route to follow
than the carpet-bagged rack
of amazing graces.
Funky tulips hold an essence
which leaches into the atmosphere
as if none knew before
the prosaic catalyst of its sip.
Hundred upon thousand hardened trome
aching to be revealed
and healing the post-natal shock
of effigies animated
into starkly enhanced laughter
as the sage seeks solitude.
And open days laced with presence
culminate in aeons of references
to porphyry as the prime suspect,
singing songs of dark night
undertows prosaic load
of emasculated pyrogenic mentors.
in the blinking of an eye
the wider pride shoots like a star
into the base and root
of each biological incarnated
master of disguise
and tokens steeped in perfume
breeze through those corridors
high-minded and sutured to the heaving
only then rising from the maiden flower
incense of best few luminescences.
And the tenderest is kept.