Teeming with Earrings

The afternoon lifted itself into my eyes

As the cannon thundered frogs and whales

Perception is a process involving prepositions

I’m invisible except when I twinkle

At a joke. The big blue bottle

Is excused and the crackle is flipped

Skulk the scribbles O my pretzel

A warrior yells in battle. Unless

Transacted by cantilever. There is a

Brain that enhances hope. Sometimes

A plant and a cloud will percolate

In the Louvre during an attempt

To understand life, mobility, will  

Alchemy triggers the unconscious 

There is a riddle for this and a stove

For making things boil. Attend to the clutch

Crawl through your secrets angling

     for redemption

When the painter’s canvas mouths its picture

Consciousness becomes a construction
Lightning insinuates itself into the head

While I break from the chrysalis and flap

Out of this sentence to get a better view of things

Here comes a pair of experiences

One of which is imaginary and the other

Is stored under pressure in a portable tank

Imagine it’s snowing In Belgium and sitting

     down to a bowl of string

Beans. The cutlery is consummate. The paragraph

     is hugged

By its own words. The stepladder is heavy

Because it, too, is made of words, and each word

Rides a phoneme into a set of dumbbells

This is how some of us wander through our lives

Dragging the past behind us. Tears

Fit the eager sorrow and a dream of earth

Rolls wide-eyed into Bohemia teeming with earrings