Nonsense
no cents
sentry
tents
make
shift
encampments:
firmament
foundation
poured
concrete
like wine
in the field,
daisy
haze
of poppyseed
enchantments,
dances
drop
the mountain top
like a stove pipe,
an oven whiskey blade
made a mockery
of me again:
an old man grins
copper,
Dennis Hopper
Jimmy Hoffa
Francis Ford Coppola
bells
shake
corn shells
winnow
kernals
in razor-backed sails,
ribbed rim-jobs,
Mama made
a fire
in the back den,
cuckoo hen jivin
brass bee hivin
Jimmy Finn
Mac Riley
Caughn
be highly
tread
be lightly,
often finds me
as a feather,
chevron
smoky
valley clouds
hung gray,
up-rooted
from the peaks:
sneaking
a glance
over my shoulder,
perched
on Old Boulder,
names
dates
chiseled
in beds
like clay,
cold in winter
is red rock
frost
rising like yeast
in to stay,
wishes well
in passing only,
as if to say
something.