the anniversary

Elements of the day: The moon, sheets, rainfall, I was thinking and then it went by; there was adoration, remembrances. 

THEMOON:

Tuesday hones eagerly. My only omen, naturally. 

TUESDAY:

Tomorrow under every soft dream, alleviating yesterday.

TOMORROW:

Towards one more omen, riding, roving, only wandering.

TOWARDS:

Total outward wandering, a radical, delicious sensation.

˚ T O T A L ˚ T O T A L ˚ T O T A L ˚ T O T A L ˚ T O T A L ˚ T O T A L ˚ T O T A L ˚ T O T A L ˚ T O T A L ˚

True 

Only 

That my head is 

A hologram memory horizon collision box. It betrays 

Like sways in

Tempting, 

Of 

These 

A citizen 

Like stools,

Themselves

Organisms. 

The water.

A moment 

Little,

The

Obituaries remembered from pages before. 

Tiny, 

A day 

Lyrical, 

Triumphant in gaze 

Oration, redundant desserts.

Technicolor verse, pretty

Anagram 

Lengthy

Telling 

On words in whorls. Prettily,

Twice, 

Animals built with charts 

Lilting 

To feet,

Organs playing for 

The bush. 

And maps,  

Little

Tails,

Our) 

Tucked beneath. 

Amiable 

Lilacs falling head  

To

Our 

Tiny earthly delights. 

Animals, 

Legs. Brilliant 

Torrid, that supple song and a little earthworms crawling, a puddle splashed, melting faces and figures. 

sweet sweet tide

firsts

Oh, bursts.

Here is what I have to offer tonight: swaying under the projected black sky, clouds in shades of blue spreading waywards. But this is all just a projection, and not from a projector, but just a mind. The Mind. I will also offer, a moonlit glance. Oh, I listen to neko case all of a sudden. Which reminds me of a tale I have never recalled in writing.
Summer, Ch and K, two beers two tiny bottles of transport whisky, a mountain of rocks at the Park, the park all capitalized, carlo rossi, twilight, runners in underwear, a joint, sky through trees, peeing in a rocky crevasse, neko case across the valley, holding a dog on leash. Holding hands & looking for boys, bikeriding, pool playing, winning and losing.
But now: now it is not so different, it is my room not the mountain, but if a room could be a mountain I'd like to say that this was it. Pretty woman's dress from the polo game. An adventinus.
Shades of blue... cerulean, david rudman. Put out in a snuffer. Snuffed
There were a lot of times when I picked the names for the children... but that's nearly the furthest I got... aside from physical traits by collision with those of some loved one at a point or time... ah ha, ahhhoooo creation! Congratulations.
Ferdinand
Merrill