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

you've found ways to call out the names of the unamable...
in whispers
and
in screeches,
...

to Hundertwasser
and Gaudi...
I sing and dance in joy-bubbling
revelry
...

in this finer fettle
fortunate
laps sang
freelish
...

lacrimonious spectrum
robin's egg
or
della Robbia
...

snit snit snit
backhandedly brandishing bronsurios
snit snit snit
tore the flowers from the walls
...

the liar in winter,
cold
on the cafe floor....
sawdust and bananas,
...

akin to a spate of prognostication
a company of flints, locked....
a barrel of staves, de-coopered....
the shed that keeps the varmints from the garbage cans...?
...

books...or otherwise.....they sell...
.but
um....well,
I have always depended on the the strangeness of kinders.....and, of course, the de-spoonerised equivalent....
...

except to say so.....

comprehend too well..............? ?
...