delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

when he was accused of looming large
there
was only one thing
to
...

the other inhabitants of this world

we don't want to be your parking lots
we don't want to be your colonies
...

wild.
a bit too frayed
crushed
mint
...

....so that the blue
lights
light,
not the red
...

I sing the unsung number...for you...
alongside your brothers...
we will disband when horrors cease...
we will know the headiness of running, leaping for the joy of it...
...

if I were to designate a few
of the tender blossoms as yours,
furtive white-tailed dancers...
........you, hoof-clicks with shadows,
...

the old book-sto
is now
a bev-mo
can one not imbibe...and read?
...

be
tween
bauhaus
and rococo
...

long wild
elderberry stance
spread
next hill
...

the hermetic seals
fastened the door....
hinged
on a whinge....
...