JANK

JANK

Summer’s tongue
flickering in the village
like one dose of sunshine
pumpkin prone
above the bilous blue
carving out a name
unpronounced 
since the dawn
of rhyme 
a jumble of comets
pecking at your skull
like horrendous balloons
crashing your party of
one.

the taint 
is brilliant

your conjugal visits
with chaos, may slip 
a Virtue between
Tight gods…
But the One with the Teeth
and the Rod shall prevail
summoned by a tide
in your exhale

like
an 
undertow
from
Within.

II

clumps of slow rivers stitching fish to a pace
hours of orchids perched on a thunderous wisp of daylight
as your fingers mourn the absence 
of typing your name 
in the snow

a glint of the perpetual 
marauder 
summons your center from its symptoms
to devour your repetition-
like hell were a
Scone.

hornets dreaming of hornets 
are dreaming of hornets 
that are dreaming 
all the time.

all the
time.