Yet again
 the relentless chatter,
 embarrassingly inane;
 
 the world is too much
 with us,
 
 a rebuke to our soft lives.
 
 We are forever picking out constellations 
 from these days,
 to fit who
 and where we are. 
 
 The present rearranges the past. 
 We never   tell the story completely, 
 because a life
 isn’t a story;
 
 it’s a whole Milky Way of occasions. 

 
 She’s got a bad feeling about 
 this calligraphic romantic diabolism,
 all nerved up.
 
 Squiggles and disambiguation,
 exhibition of the lazy arts
 with Tinkertoy rhythms
 and obstructed harmonies.
 
 She claims that there ain’t enough pieces of her 
 to go around.
 
 She doesn’t know that
 everyday is anew, 
 a state of constant arrival, 
 another chance
 for a belly laugh dawn. 

 How is it when the tree withers and the leaves fall?
 Body exposed in the golden wind.
     -Blue Cliff Record
 

 I certainly know how to get naked
 and swing from a chandelier.
 Unexpected moments driven
 by music and emotions
 of beauty.
 
 Awkward interactions,
 abrupt transitions,
 bizarre, hilarious, enthralling
 confounding and cathartic.
 
 Lots of costume changes
 radically reconfigured, sutured,
 and amplified,
 they contain and manipulate
 so many influences
 from vaudeville comedy
 to hip hop.

 Snippets of hard-edged music,
 astonishing powerful,
 and unpredictability wild,
 and out there, 
 and free.
 
 Seems to represent 
 an existential struggle against
 habitual prejudice and inequality,
 patriarchal capitalistic heteronormativity,
 or something else.
 
 Postmodern.
 
 I need something simpler. 

  As the fog retreated 
  from its sloppy kiss
 the mojo dance returned aflutter.
 
 He wrapped his arm around
 her neck,
 and whispered
 "you’re the only one."
 
 She thought:
 "I know,"
 and tilted her head
 towards his
 in silence. 

 
 
 Time out
 from the jangle and disequilibrium,
 outside communities,
 pausing from 
 coercion of masks,
 dictates of roles,
 respite from having to 
 be someone,
 be somewhere,
 doing something.
 
 Just being present,

 to return
 weightless
 into the world. 

Lorem Ipsum. 
Need a lion, fruit, biochemicals and laughter. 
Outdoor sapien football player. 
But there is no lion. 
Sometimes the jaws of manufacturing mass footballs and soccer 
become arrows. 
Notebook tastes of convenience, laughter. 
Films deductible. 
Each hydrogen broadcasts in the environment, but should not. 
Lakes sit soft.  
Mass manufacturing suspended or sterilized and will not free him. 
Always microwave bananas and peanuts for a salad.  
It is the present, grilled on television, with ghosts.
There is no need now for tomorrow. 
Tweedledum and Tweedelee. 
Lorem Ipsum.  

 
 
 Tendrils from the vegetable wild
 prowl unchecked 
 as they whip and rouse 
 the stoic boulders,
 unmoved by predictable tides 
 and petulant ocean tempers.
 
 Foreground/Background play
 hocus pocus alakazaam
 on the plane,
 seeding doubts
 that what you see
 is what
 you get.