Simple Theories

  La Gorilla, El Tigre, El Perro, El Gato, y mas. Wicked times post wondrous weeds in words. The People write rocks on language thru bearable lights of explained godsend. All the waters of the world thereby connect, and the apex supports without supporting. Flickering embassies in time involve pebbles and seasonal demigods with laureate crowns. Call all this, the attended flakes, a Falcon while dancing. More is just a beginning, abrogated certainly. You doubtless, of course.

  Go up the summit of Pisgah and gaze about, to the west, the north, the south, and the east. Look at it well. A small megaton then of morass lifts the scorch of traditional dawn, a new planet from the ruction. Neal Cassady as so many words, lit by a believable sun. “these holy warriors is embalmed”

  Named for a mountain on Mars, Lowell sits standard beside the river assumed of countryside. Embolisms spread everywhere, the beseechcraft of unlocked rule, neat tent cities of unaffordable scum. Smoke flex parenthesis, Lester Young afloat. Open on Kerouac town. Inculcation admitted as habit, in the midst of deity throng. Churches piled high, almost toward heaven. Someone said Modern Day, and behold, water runs downhill. The hill possesses, with a current so mighty: Babylonian, like sway. A sentence can only be completed, the thought cannot. Gods of pure exult gave unto all soap dispensers, lubricious belts, pious bits of rock, hard landing, natural upheaval, synonyms for guilt, lake-sized entrapment, a better bop. And then waking up on the seventh day thinking, again, thinking. Jack says the donut rising from the fryer’s oil speaks of ancestral towers and go back. The President holds forth a tone, not quite mapped. Later forms of isolation will prove just as stable. America in th...

  Joy-telling wood harp-joy un-vanished   rapture of glee-wood   Great blue land of sky above blue water below   In red words The sky began  arranged   mindful of rhythms  let it go  swarm  

  This is the Showing forth of the Inquiry, the distance between this place and that time. Remember that Athenians and Peloponnesians bragged of antecedent grounds of complaint. Straining gods Luminous as the end of verbs, stationed patently in waterfall emotive cloud line. Bold rock noun expresssing direct and perceived moderation in monsters of every stripe. This thunder and that lightning seem bountiful and persistent, like the full range or Beowulf’s startling sword. A poem stops in time. Now filled with the helium of air, heroes create punctuation for the sake of punctuation, as the gods have decreed. Splendid rites and requirements boost last shreds of republican sheepish glory while simple metals remain in dirt. Renown scrounged from the barest motile moment while Beowulf darts ahead. The so called gods will always be pleased.

  Roman gods designed to seize upon the summits of the Alps by way of process in world, dating from a time planted on an isthmus. Such material may be heavenly protected. This belief was not without its grounds. Cloud-clutched heaven heights of perspective and possible, filling firmaments everyone everywhere and a grotto with trees. The moment conversed, collected. It was the past again to look forward to. Unity provides signal versus tempest molesto. There was a day when Beowulf said too much.

  Fragments cited in Deity voice. All such words, signs, bones, rocks, pieces, increments. When daylight grew, kiss on the sky, love light like that. Abetted in the garden, that pace together. When does death mean anything? Space unemptied, vocal, a rhythm just a breath. Our hands forever holding. Dithyramb, then, in a position of agitation and excitement, so much so. The god, so called, beyond words but with them. Words so called, they called. It happens in a moment, telling peak. In a moment, so, or beyond restraint. All a-twitter deity, busy in the blur. Whatever music a poem makes, the ear hears, body feels, or never so lucky as sounded. Aristotle said it is the nature of the products to be better than the activities, but he was racing. The field fills with tall visual grass motivated to movement by the breath of wind. You are there in a moment. Deity passes.