soul dice

el mundo our oyster,    clam god in his mistress,
clad star sand in deep-dark mysterious witness,
   drat eel the klingons             or corporate raiders
   screw light bulbs of tulips      and kissing traitors

la luna our no-shun                  so open and wet,
as eye licks the night and deserves what he bets
   were amorous snails,       or crustaceaned ships;
   tweezer made (bottled)               masterful blips 

ellipsis eclipses,                  plants reminisces, 
fading light feeder warmth,    winters princes
   brandishing flags,     flasks kegs appurtenances 
   gothic-victorian,            quantum -disturbances,

   words serve as words as far as our stone
 -motion fair slays,       sol's dice left alone
   


12-21-17
mt tabor