Hello Ascuncion

Paved road doormongers,
saturated war balloons,
helium coated interior,
lacquer diving chute
ocean craving manta bath
slipstream nose-full-of grizzly algae.

That was yesterday.

Haley's comet
burning engine oil
crashland bandstanding grand handle
clumpets of windpipes playing on the lunar
Claire of the seven gables stares squarely into the sarlac
seatac airport take off staged one-upmanship russian bolo-ties
strip mall shoe stall on the upper east side of mehdipatnam

That was tomorrow.

Filled bric-a-brac snacking on whatever the hands may be laid upon
tapping the juices of roots for islands of civilization beneath the forest
neat rows of laid lines, crude jute stems protruding in southbound alleys
rallies for the summer and the near solstice
parleys with my god and eyes met in thine
clear blue breeze open seas
ship sailed dovetailed peace mercedes benz bender on the open sore day celebrate
my celibate trait sating on the open gates of perception
temptress nest in the security of the warm tree lined avenue embrace
trace my lineage back to grazers and phased lasers
pulsing in starlit nights
to that beginning the core monotheism.