CIRCLES OF ELLIPSES

 now automatic writing
that engine & saviour of expression

     well -

 stationary boatmen

 make circles of ellipses

 in the spring of surface tension

 with coffee scoop feet 

& if i must

fall deep

to hear myself

i will belay the kernmantle ropes

 & light it up 

 & read the shadows
 of the gumbo & diamonds down there

  & fetch them up

  to the suns

  light

  warmth

   & bleachy fade

   & bust like birth

the kitchen counter silence 

in this bad-quiet & still 

     headpan pool

TIMELESS DOWNER GROUND

&
the
repeating repeating repeating
pop & rock songs in my headpan
they recede recede & leave

their earworm hooks
taken on the bayou swell
of the luna tugged tide

its
the 

gothic country duets 

soft frisson elevation
that gently hold their 

timeless downer ground