Time

 

or it’s tons o’ swordlike trills

taupe in the croode, thin

nether-fops loose like raining

Pleiades-- peace hath a recombinant

bather’s embraced pillage--

in the repentant empire

in the unguzzled longtemps

in the resonant tri-fed tout

-- plasticized & patient

mores clang in the capable

folk-- they are war &

win the time like lice like

shown aboard they would

signal the

Beads of concepts & choke

               the suns a part