prelusions

(red turtles wash themselves
with their tails.
but only if condoned by the
marsupials)

         Tract I

The canopy of death resumes
its course.
Holy priests deal their
blessing.
the hearts of men turn
colder than freon.
The sky quakes apart.
The ground begins to shower
sleet.
The mountains become plateaus
then plains.

        Tract II

A little child picks up a
piece of charcoal and writes
"Tomorrow's coda is playing
today. The last mail is
delivered" on a wall.

       Tract III

The pyramids of Egypt
reside in contempt
they open up to reveal
harsh warriors of the past
they raise their heads
the earth releases honesty
It's flow of goodwill
evaporates
like a broth of oxygen.
forever unseen.

        Tract IV

And my mother comes to
the house
she speaks softer than
summer winds.
from the surreal planes open
the physical. A granite wall
of fortitude.

WE shake it.
by writing
a maraca of dreams,
sadness and yesterdays.
WE write of evil.
WE write nonsense.
but WE write.

many women and men
have a canvass
or a wheel
some have their
vibrating equipment

WE have quills of thought
parchement of potence
minds of the

unremembered.

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