nocturnal daylight

Lastly i unleash the very gem
ending the miners blisters from their 

toil, they can go home to watch TV
because it's what twits do best

Lest the miners are indeed dense
Oil must be pumped, the pumpers dumped,

old rancid pinnacles Must be replaced
detaining children's follies

behind urban playpens, costs elevate
only because tiny levers make whoopee

involuntarily grinding the slack sadness,
lastly, once else all is seated with club

in tone in tune, the city hand lost
some of the best antique marbles

very very slowly i will chew upon
art until the succulent flesh flourishes

turning levels on leaves, core heaves
symbols on edges to startle the book

of 24 hours each page disappears
folding within moment diapers

freckled speckled measurements disperse
undressing the wrappers from silken

nocturnal daylight



written with Sierra Collom
1996, Portland Oregon