rendered (brave new world)

the skies call
silver screen clouds
the name of each city
below

but as the droplets change
and the reasons shift
faith renders smokestacks burning

the chuffmachine
wagwongering its crooked finger
in the face some something small
and opening

the projection over formless white peel
rejects T(oronto, Albany, Amherst, Boston
in favor of cloudless pastures
where the mind grazes eye in eye

the guns of the house unbuckle
and the walls breathe in
in that moment before
exploding open.

Aces

When things' mechanisms fail us,
are they blown away by the wind in
favour

of cold calculated meat beats
sitting blank in labs in spaceships
orbiting

the dark star microchip of
an other darkling universe when
succumbing

to the bleak joys
of security gained in counting

down
to the end?

Row

This is the Ocean.
A Dream.
The Stretch!
_Vast expanse
(not water but
Nitrogen)
_.

again, again

if an angel came
snapped skeletal plates
with hands and fountains self-taught

and it takes
this stone to scour
towards a breath,

then the breath always
deserts--echo notes
and naturally this traveled from up;

flick ever on across this twist
as though you were air(

The New Viceroy

batter my heart awake and
make the future real to me--
tomorrow's ghost scrapes ahead of this wind
gaspingrappling
telling stories about death and the sea-
tempered steel to test it.
skeletal plates snapped up an angel

and it takes this twist to scour
with hands a breath from this stone,
though you were always self-taught
and this came on natural(asifly;

the never travelled breath
fountains and
the notes flick air across
deserts--echo towards home.