kibbles and bits; and/or experimentation with punctuation

frivolous; is a
good word


there is a kingdom

destined
to smite us
all. the pauper, the prince, the girl
at the grocery store
counter who wears a golden cross
upon her apron, subservient for the means
of good will, and good faith.

(Amen)

she needs no Daedalus, no
ulterior denouement, only what is,
what has been, and what will
ultimately be.

but --- here;

the liars and the cheats;
everything labeled and shelved for your convenience
pocketchange for your daily bread and wine
and cheese.

and in their evenings, in their "off" time, they fancy themselves
traveled, worn, whittled to their original
celestial core, and they draw
and they scrawl
all the things they cannot
believe in.

it is full, in between these
horizontal blue and white bars of a
blinking

determination; the
redshift; when will our eyes anchor upon some
soft, sure, stand over here, shore-line

sailors all in search
of a rising isle, dear
reassurance, or the existence of
the nonexistent.


"they will all see..., " he writes, "... soon, ellipses
at the end of all sentences; a cosmic

-- drawl."


and as they speed off, rockets and whistles, sand in some
sluggish hourglass, she stands


safe,
or steadfast