Paper pause
with cause,
not laws.
Ideo-magnet.
Keelson curves
of Cupid's bow.
Wind rose
pumping through
the past.
So many ways
we wring the doom.
Through blind,
comes sight.
Porch swing homes
for bad breath demons
scaling up
an icy wall.
Basic black
attacking white
in ways some storm
unloads its lead.
Lesions of
the laughing dark.
Bucephalus
with hooves on fire.
Intermittent xenocryst.
Tacky questions,
all of them,
with candor breathing
down one's neck.
I'll shirk tradition
just once--skid
across stained-glass
portraits of artsy skies.
Talk straight
in hard-on edgy poetry.
Basic black
attacking pure white
childish snow.
Hopping gaps
and lesions
of the laughing dark.
I wonder if
a gun barrel
has a chimney sweep
who senses
how much power it has.
If iced moon opals
read their fire.
If men and need
recognize
the way they bleed.
Broken for breakfast
and crushed for lunch.
I wonder if
Venus de Milo
ever got laid.